In Hell’s Wake: Satisfaction of Sire 7/? (Angel/Spike, Adults Only)
AUTHORS: Salustra and Cathelin
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Cathelin: cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk .
TITLE: In Hell’s Wake: Satisfaction of Sire 7/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Angel/Spike
SUMMARY: What if, when Spike came to Sunnydale after Dru dumped him, he decided to go inside Angel’s mansion? And what if Angel wasn’t too happy with Buffy for sending him to hell? This Chapter- Scorchingly hot car sex. Plotting and playing.
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SPOILERS: Through Season 3 BtVS: Lover’s Walk
WARNINGS: M/m slash, oral sex, masturbation, Daddy!kink, role-play vamp-style, role-played sexual coercion, bloodplay, rough sex.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 8,265 words.
Small slightly non-worksafe manip beneath the cut as well.
"Making the bitch that sent me to hell suffer."
Spike chuckles in response. "I'll be more than happy to do whatever I can to accomplish that."
"I thought you might say something like that." Dropping his head back to the floor Angel relaxes. "Shame we can't just kill the bitch, but she's needed to guard the Hellmouth."
Spike sighs. "I suppose she is. We don't want the world destroyed or any such."
Angel winces at the reminder of his idiotic Acathla stunt.
"Sorry Sire," Spike says quickly. "I didn't mean..."
"Hush." Angel soothes, "Not your fault. I can't believe I was so stupid..." Sighing he starts to berate himself mentally. Spike just settles back against Angel and strokes his hands along his sides, trying to distract him from his brooding. Sighing again Angel returns to the original subject. "So, any ideas on how to make the bitch suffer?"
Spike thinks. "Mmmm. Well, we could start by trying to separate her a bit from her crew of friends. The cheerleader would probably be a good place to start."
Chuckling as he cups Spike's ass cheeks, Angel agrees "That she would. I can't see her being that hard to persuade. Especially if we get her away from the boy."
Spike presses a bit against Angel's hands. "I think I could arrange that, and cause a bit of a split among the Scoobies at the same time. Just a tiny little charm, at the right time..."
"Oh?" Angel asks, intrigued. "What kind of charm?"
"Well, Willow and Xander have always had a bit of attraction for each other. Just a little charm to loosen their inhibitions at the right moment, when Cordelia is watching..."
Starting to laugh, his Sire rolls them until he is on top, looking down into Spike's eyes. "Oh yes, what brilliant idea. I can just imagine it, the mousy little witch and the bumbling idiot, betraying their partners in full view."
Spike grins, looking back at Angel. "Yes, the wolf boy too. Perfect. And of course, Cordelia will need 'comforting'."
"Oh yes, and sweet little newly souled William won't be able to help reaching out to help her in her pain." Angel smirks at him.
Spike makes his face looks all innocent, blinking up at Angel. "Of course."
Growling lightly, Angel bends to kiss him. "And if I just *happen* to come across you both, while you *comforting* her..."
Spike moans softly. "What a lovely little tableau."
"Indeed. I can't wait to see if it's all true..."
Spike lifts his hand to stroke Angel's cheek. "My wonderful devious Sire."
Leaning into his hand Angel asks, "Do you think it's true? What they say about cheerleaders? Whether they're really that limber, and that experienced?" Angel grins in anticipation.
Spike chuckles. "Quite likely. She definitely has the look."
"Hmm, have you had a look at those legs?" Angel asks, reaching down he hooks his hands behind Spike's knees. Lifting them he wraps them around his waist as he continues, "I can't wait to get her in this position. Her legs around me as I fuck her senseless."
Spike moans and arches up against Angel. "God, Sire, you'll split her in two. I'd like to see her sandwiched between us."
"Oh yes, filled to bursting and begging for more." Rocking against Spike, he grinds his hips against his hard cock.
"She'll make a sweet little toy, don't you think?" Spike wraps his arms around Angel's sides and slides his nails lightly over his back.
"Yes indeed. The perfect slut for us." Nipping at Spike's full lips he murmurs darkly, "How long do you think it would take to bring her to the point where she can take both of us in her tight little cunt?"
Spike moans hard at that. "I'd be interested to see. I'm betting she'll break so pretty. Be a submissive needy little slut under all that attitude. Crawl across the floor for us."
Sliding one arm under Spike's waist Angel muses, "I wonder if she would be a Seducer like you if we turned her? Or if she would have other gifts. We'd definitely need to break her first, she'd be too strong a personality otherwise."
Spike nods. "Yes." His eyes glitter. "You want to turn her? You don't think the Slayer would stake you for it?"
"Not if she didn't know it was me." He grins wickedly. "If she thinks that I've just been kind enough to adopt her, raise her as my own, keep her from being 'evil'." He shrugs nonchalantly, "But it's just an idea, we'd have to see how things go."
"Of course. But Cordy is a pretty thing. Pretty enough for family." Spike rubs more against Angel.
"She is pretty. But not as pretty as you Baby." Angel kisses him softly. "My gorgeous little boy."
Spike moans and smiles up at Angel. "No one ever thought me pretty before you found me. You saw me as no one else did."
"Fools, all of them." Angel snorts. "They wouldn't have known beauty if it was thrown in their smug faces."
Spike purrs and rubs his cheek against Angel's. Pushing his free hand against the floor, Angel stands, holding Spike against him. Kissing his boy deeply he starts to move towards the bed. Spike holds on tightly to Angel as they move. He loves his Sire's strength, his magnificent body, the way he makes Spike feel so delicate and beautiful.
Stopping with his knees against the side of the bed, Angel continues to kiss him hotly, feeling Spike's cock throb against his stomach. Spike's completely lost in the kiss, in his Sire's arms around him. He doesn't know where they are, doesn't care.
Pulling away from the kiss Angel looks into Spike's dilated eyes. Reaching behind himself, Angel unhooks Spike's ankles. Smirking he dumps Spike onto the bed. "Sun's down. Time to get going."
Spike whimpers in frustration. "Yes Sire."
Striding over to their bags, he pulls out some clean clothes. Looking over at the bed where Spike's is still sprawled out. "Come along childe. We need to get back to Sunnydale."
Spike pants to pull himself under control and gets up, dressing, only managing to button his jeans with difficulty.
Angel smirks, eyes glittering as he watches Spike's discomfort. Dressing in a pair of dark brown slacks and a brown silk shirt, he starts to pack their things together. Spike finishes dressing and moves to help with the packing.
Giving the room one last glance over, Angel gestures towards the door, "Shall we?"
Spike nods with a small whimper. "Yes Sire."
Picking up the phone in the seating area and calling down to the front desk, Angel informs the concierge that they're leaving and requesting that their bags are fetched.
Hanging up, he reaches his hand towards Spike, who takes Angel's hand and comes to him. Being left hard and wanting was familiar. Frustrating but familiar, and he loved his Sire flaunting his dominance, teasing him mercilessly like this.
Angel pulls Spike to him and kisses him hard. Spike moans and presses into the kiss.
Squeezing Spike's ass Angel pulls away from the kiss. "Let's go. I want to get back in time to start our deception with the Scoobies."
Spike nods with a little shiver. "Yes Sire." He and Angel head down to the car, the concierge packing their bags in the trunk as they settle into the seats.
Leaning back in the driver's seat, Angel starts the car, listening to her purr as they wait for the last of their bags to be loaded. Once that's done he nods at the attendants and pulls away.
The thrum of the motor and the vibrations just aggravate Spike's painful arousal. He decides to spread the pain a little and leans the seat back. He writhes a bit against the leather, moaning and arching suggestively.
Glancing over at him and raising an eyebrow, Angel asks, "And what do you think you're doing?"
"Stretching," Spike replies with mock innocence.
"Riiight." Angel drawls. Pretending to remember something he says, "Oh did I tell you? The dungeon I set up when I lost my soul was gone is still intact at the mansion. Even that bullwhip you " smirk, "like."
Spike whimpers at that. "Really?"
"Yep." Angel nods. "*Everything* is there. So if you’re that stiff that you need to...stretch...so vigorously, there's always the St. Andrew's Cross. I'm sure I could set it up to get rid of any kinks in your muscles," He says pointedly. Spike whimpers and then settles into the seat, pouting.
Angel rolls his eyes, "Don't pout baby. You'll make Daddy think you don't love him anymore."
Spike looks over, speaking in his little-boy voice. "Oh, baby loves Daddy." He puts his hand on Angel's thigh and rubs. "Baby loves Daddy *so* much."
Covering Spike's hand and squeezing it Angel replies, "Daddy's glad. He couldn't bear it if his Baby stopped loving him."
Spike smiles and purrs. He settles down and behaves for a while. But of course he can't stay good the whole way. He reclines his seat all the way back and squirms onto his stomach, and starts grinding into the leather, feeling the vibrations of the car against his crotch and his still-hard cock.
Angel looks at the clock and smirks. Twenty-seven minutes his boy had behaved. Not bad. Reaching out he smacks Spike twice, hard, on his denim clad ass. "Bad Baby."
"What?" Spike says innocently, after yelping at the smacks. He doesn't stop in his grinding, his ass moving enticingly under the tight-stretched fabric.
"Turn over." Angel orders.
"No," Spike says. "Don't wanna." He wraps his arms tightly around the seat and keeps grinding. He knows he's going to get punished. And deep down, he wants it.
"William." Angel growls warningly. "Turn over." He smacks him twice more, even harder. Spike yelps again at the smacks but he doesn't respond or obey.
"If you want to come anytime in the coming week, you'd best turn over right now my lad." Is the angry response to his misbehaviour. Spike groans. That's his Sire. The last little bit to fall into place. He knows he won't really feel reclaimed until his Sire punishes him, takes full control of him. He keeps grinding into the leather.
Angel's voice becomes icy as he continues. "Turn over now, and I'll only punish you bad enough to be bedridden for hours. If you don't it'll be worse, and I promise you, you won't enjoy it. You're gonna mess up my plans boy." Growling he looks over, eyes amber and glittering dangerously. Spike whimpers and turns over obediently, putting the seat back in proper position.
Still growling dominantly Angel barks out, "Get your cock out, I want to make sure you stay hard and unrelieved all the way home."
Spike whimpers again and nods. "Yes Sire." He unbuttons his jeans and pulls out his still-hard cock.
"I could put a cock strap on you, but I'm not gonna make it that easy. You don't come. Put your hands on the seat, they don't go near your groin until I say so."
Spike moans. "Yes Sire." He puts his hands down to the sides of the seat and grips.
"Now William. Tell Sire how you're gonna seduce the cheerleader. Make it good." Angel says darkly, his hand pressing briefly over his own cock before returning to the steering wheel.
Spike licks his lips and closes his eyes, picturing Cordy. "I'm going to make sure I'm there when she sees the betrayal. After she yells at Xander and runs away, I'm sure there will be tears. I'll follow, and speak to her comfortingly, and pull her into an embrace. Like all women, she'll want to get even with him as well, and when I see she's in the right frame of mind, I'll invite her to the mansion so she's not alone in her time of need. You know my skills at Seduction. I'll keep working on her with little touches and intimate suggestions. Probably talk her into a massage to 'relax' her, to get my hands on her body and part her from her clothes."
Angel's eyes glitter, he can just picture it. "What will I see when I come into the mansion myself?" He asks.
"I'll have her stretched out on that large velvet chaise, probably with her panties still on to preserve her 'modesty', and myself stripped to silk boxers. I'll be straddling her back, slicking oil onto her, probably just working my fingers down into her panties and getting her to moan for me."
"Should I reveal myself straight away? Or watch for a bit longer, let you get her into bed and ready for me?" Reaching down he undoes the button and zipper of his slacks, freeing his hard cock to the night air. Angel may be willing to let Spike play with her, but he'll have her first, break her first. He knows that and Spike knows that.
"Probably should reveal yourself right away. Let her have a moment of delicious confusion, and slight embarrassment. Blush prettily for you. And you can admonish her for being such a naughty girl, come over and lift her chin, while I hold her against me displayed for you. She'll cream her panties for you, practically writhe for you to have her."
Growling lightly at the pictures Spike is creating with his wicked words. "Like you did Baby? Will she beg and writhe as pretty as you did that first time?" He asks, knowing the memory always makes Spike hot and needy.
Spike's mind travels back to that first time, when Angelus seduced him with his words and his big skilled hands. He whimpers and moans, his cock hardening painfully. "She'll be pretty. I hope not as pretty as me."
"Well, we'll have to see about that won't we?" His sire asks, grinning evilly. "So, then what? She's in your arms and desperate for me. What shall I say to her about being near naked beneath my vulnerable little boy?"
Spike moans again. "Ask her why she's taking advantage of your sweet, confused, newly-souled childe. Watch her stammer and try to make excuses, and of course, I'll try to cover for her. But you'll brush those excuses aside, of course. And point out that there need to be penalties for such naughty behaviour. March us off to your bedroom."
Angel grins. "What reparation do you think I should demand hmm? For taking advantage of you."
Spike moans as he pictures the scene, all of them in his Sire's bedroom, he and Cordy near naked. "Up to you of course, Sire. But you could ask her what she planned to do to me. Make suggestions when she demurs. Maybe suggest she intended to suck my cock with the whore-red lips she always has. And then perhaps demand that she suck yours instead."
Chuckling Angel says, "I know full well that what she was picturing the other day was your pretty face between *her* legs. But I like the idea of making her service us first. Make sure she knows her place."
Spike moans and nods. "Yes Sire. As arrogant as she is, she needs to be humbled a bit. Plus I know those lips would look so pretty wrapped around your cock, you fucking her mouth, keeping her quiet for once."
"Oh yes, bring Queen C down a peg or dozen.” He runs one finger teasingly along the vein on the underside of Spike's cock. "We need to make sure early on that she knows that she belongs with her mouth and legs wide open for our cocks. Just like the slut I know she is inside. A filthy whore, just for us, desperate for us."
Spike whimpers loudly and gasps as Angel runs his finger along his cock, and at the wicked words. "Oh god yes Sire. A sweet little whore, a pet. Naked and at our disposal."
"We'll break her to us. Make her mind and will strong to all others, but ready to crumble at a word from us. Make her desperate for every depraved thing we do to her." Angel's eyes glow as he glances over from the road. "And when she's utterly ours - body, mind and soul, we turn her. Make her strong, and clever. Then set her on the idiot boy."
Spike nods in agreement. "Oh yes Sire. Brilliant as always. What a sweet family we'll make, the three of us." Spike pictures all the lovely things that can do with and to Cordy.
Tilting his head, Angel pretends to consider seriously. "But once we've turned and trained her. We'll need a new toy to play with..."
Spike thinks....as best he can, with his cock still painfully hard. "Male or female?"
"Hmm I don't know. Which do you think? A pretty red-haired dolly, or an untamed puppy?" He's aware of Spike's need, the arousal pouring off of him in waves, but Angel has no intention of letting his boy come any time soon.
"Either could be fun. The idiot boy hates us both so much, it would be fun to break him. But the witch practically reeks with innocence."
"She most certainly does that. Especially since her pet werewolf insists on keeping her pure. He must be mad." Angel shakes his head mournfully, if he'd been the wolf, he'd have fucked her six ways from Sunday long ago.
Spike nods. "Yeah. A real innocent, a virgin, with all that power. She'd be so delicious."
"Hmm." Angel considers the options. He starts to grin as a wicked idea comes to him. "Oh yes. I wonder how the innocent little thing would react to the attentions of someone like Cordelia?"
Spike grins and moans at the picture. "Oh god. What a lovely little pair."
"Indeed. A pretty contrast. Much like the one between us." Angel purrs, giving Spike's aching cock another featherlight caress. Spike whimpers and keens at the touch. It's all he can do not to cum.
Grinning happily at Spike's reaction, his sire returns his hand to the steering wheel as he manoeuvres the car around a truck. "Tell me more of the seduction of Cordelia. How do you think she'll react to the suggestion of sucking my cock?"
Spike pants and brings himself under a semblance of control. "She'll probably protest at first, but you'll be able to smell that the suggestion really turns her on."
"However shall we persuade her to give in to her desires?" Angel asks in mock consternation.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll insist that she has to pay for her wicked ways."
"And what will Sweet William be saying and doing during this?"
"Oh, I'll be talking soothingly to her, telling her that she really should do as you say. Adding little touches to her back and her neck, whispering in her ear."
"And when she finally gives in, kneels down and takes my cock in her pretty hand, bringing it to her lips?"
"I'll be stroking my hands over her body as she services you."
Angel asks, with a smile, "Do you think I should let her bring me off in her mouth that first time, or wait to cum in her tight heat?" The road signs tell him they're not far from Sunnydale now.
Spike groans. "Oh, god, Sire, she'd look so lovely impaled and writhing on your cock."
"Can you see it Will? Those long tanned legs spread wide as I thrust inside her, stretching her cunt. The air thick with the smell of her juices and the sweet scent of her virgin-blood. And you sat up on the pillows stroking your cock, letting her see how hard you are from watching. I bet she'd beg to suck your cock while I fuck her, already a slut even as I take her virginity." Angel describes the scene hotly, watching Spike's reaction out of the corner of his eye.
Spike whimpers and grips the seat, squirming against the leather, biting his lip fighting for control. "Ohhhhh god Sire!"
"Oh yes, such a lovely scene. And when I've cum inside her, we can let her watch while you lick me clean, before your crawl between her thighs and slide that pretty cock inside her cunt, slick with her juices, blood and my cum." Angel grins wickedly, knowing that's Spike's arousal is nearing painful, but fully intending to continue torturing with words. Well, until they get home, and then he'll torture him with some of their toys. Hmm, maybe that heavy studded paddle.....
Spike keens again and slams his head back against the headrest, trying to hold onto control. "Oh Sire fuck yes!"
"Hmm, if we start the plan on Friday night, we can keep her all weekend, fucking her over and over. Then send her off to school on Monday with her very pores reeking of our spunk..."
Spike whimpers and moans pitifully. "Ohhh Sire, god, please!" He knows he won't get any relief but he can't stop from begging anyway.
"What's that? Please let’s keep her for the weekend?" Angel asks innocently, glancing over. Gods the boy is desperate, how marvellous. "Please let's fuck her over and over? Oh, I wonder how far we can take her that first weekend? Maybe she'll let us fuck her in the ass too?"
Spike bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. "Yes, Sire. I'm sure once she breaks, she'll give in so very prettily. Let us do anything we like to her."
"Hmmm." Angel nods. Twenty minutes, from Sunnydale. Stepping up the Spike-torture another notch, he grabs his boy's hand, bringing it to his lap. "Jerk me off." He instructs. Spike whimpers and curls his fingers around, starting to carefully stroke Angel's thick hard cock. His eyes are glued to it, unable to stop looking even though it makes him harder still.
"I don't suppose you've seen Cordy's new car she got for her birthday?" Angel asks, seemingly out of nowhere.
Spike shakes his head. "No, Sire, I haven't."
Pulling off the highway and onto the smaller roads leading towards Sunnydale, Angel continues, "It's a sporty little convertible, shiny and bright red." Spike is stroking hard and faster on Angel's cock, confused at the non-sequitur.
Angel suddenly turns onto the road heading to coast, and an overlook favoured by the college kids. "I had some really, *interesting*, ideas when I first saw it."
"What sort of ideas?" Spike asks with a little whimper.
Speeding along the road, Angel turns and grins at him, "I think I might show you."
Spike blinks up with wide eyes, cock getting harder still and weeping copious drops now.
Pulling into the overlook, Angel parks the car. Reaching over he pulls Spike to him, kissing him deeply. Spike moans and surrenders into the kiss, pressing against Angel.
"Hmm, Cordelia." Angel breathes against Spike's lips, "You looked so gorgeous tonight. All those boys fawning over you. But I bet I know what you were thinking. You were wishing you were here, with me weren't you?"
Spike falls into the game, batting long eyelashes up at Angel. "Oh, yes, Angel, you big strong vampire you."
Biting back a snort at Spike's words, Angel kisses him again, softly, as if he were a human woman. "Hmm, I know you were. I could smell it. Smell how wet you were thinking of me. You know why?"
"Why is that?" Spike asks, eyes wide.
"Because..." Angel runs his tongue over Spike's lower lip and breathes cool air over it. "...you're nothing but my filthy little whore, desperate for my cock."
Spike opens his eyes in mock shock and struggles a bit in Angel's arms. "I am nothing of the sort!"
"Oh but you are? Shall I show you? Let all these people see how Queen C is nothing but a cock hungry slut?" Angel gestures around, pretending that there are other cars around them.
"You wouldn't!"
"Ahh but I don't need to show them do I? Not when *you'll* show them." Opening the car door, Angel steps out, dragging Spike out behind him.
Spike whimpers and struggles weakly, protesting. "You beast!"
Angel laughs, "And you love it." Hauling Spike close, he wraps one arm around his waist. "See how weakly you fight? You want it. Want me to fuck you right here, where they can see."
Curving one hand over Spike's ass, he slides it between his legs. He starts to rub over his perineum, as if he's stroking a needy cunt. Spike groans and pushes and rubs against the fingers. "You've overcome my resistance, you magnetic creature you."
Burying his head in Spike's neck, Angel chuckles silently. Lifting his head he kisses Spike hungrily, rocking his hips against him. Spike groans and kisses him hard and long, opening his mouth in surrender, his cock weeping and hard.
Carrying Spike around to the front of the car, Angel turns to lean against it. Ending the kiss, he pushes Spike to his knees. "Suck my cock slut. Show them how much you enjoy a big cock in your throat."
Spike looks up at Angel with wide eyes, blinking again. "But....it's so big! It'll never fit!"
"Oh I'm sure if you want it all, it'll fit. And you *do* want it all, don't you Cordy?" Angel's eyes glow with delight at their game.
Spike drops his eyes almost bashfully. "I do."
"Why don't you show me how much?" Angel says softly, taking hold of his shaft and bringing it to the pouting lips. Spike licks his lips and takes Angel's cock head into his mouth, licking tentatively as if unsure of what he is doing.
"Yeah that's it. Good girl." Angel encourages. He rests his hands on the hood on either side of him, thrusting his hips forward slightly. Spike pushes forward, taking more of the cock in, and gagging a little, faking inexperience.
"Slowly, slowly, no rush. I know you're eager Cordy, but you don't want to hurt yourself." Wicked grin, "That's my job isn't it?"
Spike whimpers at that. "You beast you." He takes the cock in between his lips again and pushes forward, more smoothly this time.
"Oh yeah, a beast with a big fat cock that you desperately want." Angel chuckles. Spike looks up with big eyes as he takes more of Angel's cock in his mouth.
Angel breathes deeply, exaggeratedly, "Hmm. I can smell you Cordy. Smell your cunt dripping. Is it having my cock in your mouth, with all these people watching that's making you wet? Or is it the knowledge that I'm gonna spread your naked form over the hood of your car and fuck you till you scream?"
Spike whimpers at that, as much for picturing him doing it to Cordy and for the game as for wishing Angel would do it to him right now.
"Ohhh, I see. That's what you want isn't it slut? You want me to fuck you? Hmm?" Angel asks, pulling Spike's head away from his groin. "Is that what you want Cordy?"
Spike nods. "Yes, yes it is Angel," he says with a little quaver in his voice.
"Stand up and strip." Angel orders.
Spike quickly rises up off his knees. He drops his eyes. "In front of all these people?"
"In front of all these people." Angel nods. Pushing his trousers to his knees he sits high up on the hood of the car. Spike whimpers and nods, eyes still down, as he unbuttons his silk shirt and lets it slide away, crossing arms over his chest as if covering bare breasts.
"Such lovely generous breasts, they're really gonna bounce as you ride me, giving all these people a good show." Angel purrs, fisting his cock.
Spike whimpers some more. "I don't know how you have this power over me. I'm a good girl. I've never..."
"Liar." Angel grins wickedly. "You've never been a good girl. You're a slut, you've just been waiting for the right man to come along, a man to understand what you are. And now you're mine, my dirty little whore. Take off your pants. Let me see those tiny little panties you've got on. I bet they're drenched."
Spike nods and moans. "Yes Angel." He reaches down and slides off his jeans, already unbuttoned from their games in the car, and steps out of them, trying to cover his modesty with his arms.
"Tut tut, Cordy. No panties? What a filthy little girl you are. No wonder I could smell you so clearly." Angel grins wolfishly.
"I...I forgot to put them on. You called me out before I could finish getting dressed." Spike's tone is clearly unconvincing.
"Little girls shouldn't lie." Angel replies darkly. "Come here." He holds out his hand gesturing for Spike to join him on the hood of the car. Spike steps forward and sits up on the hood of the car next to Angel.
Without warning Angel grabs Spike, flipping him around and positioning him so he's straddling his legs. He makes sure he's steady before sliding one hand down over his ass and plunging two fingers into his ass hole - scratching at the tender flesh inside Spike's ass so he starts to bleed and become slick. "Oh yeah, so wet." He purrs.
Spike groans and keens as Angel's fingers scratch inside him, the pain almost threatening to push him over the edge, his hard cock slapping against his belly.
Pressing his fingers cruelly against Spike's prostate, Angel continues the game. "Do you want me to fuck you Cordy? Slide my cock into your drenched cunt? Make you ride me?"
Spike drives his fingernails into his own palms, trying to hold on against the assault. "Oh, yes, please Angel."
"Good girl." He whispers. Pulling his fingers from Spike's bleeding ass, he pulls him backwards, lining up his cock and thrusting inside mercilessly. Spike groans and pushes back against the invading cock impaling and tearing him open.
"Oh yeah, so tight." Angel groans. He starts to move Spike's hips up and down in a fast, harsh pace. "So good Cordy."
"Oh, Angel!" Spike cries out. "I never imagined!"
"Touch your pretty breasts for me Cordy. Moan for me." Spike slides his hands up onto his chest, stroking over the pecs, rubbing his hardened nipples and moaning loudly.
Dropping the act, Angel wraps his arms around Spike's waist. "Can you see it Will? Cordy riding my cock in the hood of her sporty little car. Pinching and twisting her nipples as she writhes."
Spike nods and moans. "Oh god yes Sire, I can see it."
"I bet all the little college boys would be jacking like fiends at the sight." Angel chuckles darkly. "And the knowledge would just turn the slut on even more."
"You could make her do anything for you," Spike says. "Just with your eyes and your voice. Just like you did to me."
"Hmm. And you do don't you Baby? So desperate to please Daddy, you'll do every depraved thing I ask of you." Angel purrs.
Spike nods. "Oh yes Daddy. Anything you want."
Angel humms and grins wickedly. "Well right now, what I want is to be back on our way." Lifting Spike up off his cock he slaps his bare asscheek playfully. "Get dressed. You can suck me off as I drive."
Spike whimpers and moans. He knows his Sire has only begun to torment him. "Yes Sire." The scent of his own blood in the air only adds to his arousal.
Helping Spike down, Angel does his trousers up and watches as Spike gets dressed.
Spike pulls up his jeans, wincing as he has to button over his rock-hard cock, then pulls on his shirt and slides into the car.
Getting back into the drivers side, Angel adjusts his seat a little further back. Starting the car, he turns it around and heads back towards Sunnydale. "Well?" He asks, gesturing at his lap.
Spike leans down and starts undoing Angel's pants, licking his lips and taking the cock head into his mouth. He can taste his own blood still on it. The tight constriction of his jeans is keeping him in control, at least, as he tries to concentrate on the task at hand.
Sighing at the touch of Spike's mouth, Angel reaches across to caress the bulge in Spike's jeans. "I bet your wishing you hadn't pissed me off right about now, aren't you Boy?" Spike whimpers and nods slightly. He swirls his tongue expertly and starts taking Angel into his mouth.
"Well it's your own fault for being such a pushy little brat." Angel tells him. "I bet Cordelia won't be so disobedient." Spike looks up at Angel with big blue eyes. He knows it’s his fault, he pushed specifically to get punished. He knows he's going to suffer.
"If you wanted to be punished so much, you need only have asked. You know I like whipping that pretty ass of yours." Angel lectures. Spike moans and pushes down, taking Angel all the way in. Not the same thing, he thinks. Not the same thing at all.
Angel gasps at the vibrations of Spike's moan as he deep throats him. "And you wouldn't now be forbidden to come."
Spike moans again, eyes still on Angel, darkening with lust still more. He had to know Angel would punish him for real.
Threading his fingers into Spike's hair Angel holds his head down as he comes with a groan. Spike swallows, letting Angel's seed slide down his throat. He doesn't try to pull up, just licks Angel's cock clean.
Humming with pleasure as Spike's swallowing throat massages the head of his cock, he strokes his scalp gently. As Angel's muscles relax, he lets go his hold and pulls Spike's head to his for a quick kiss, not taking his eyes off of the road.
Spike purrs and settles back into his seat after the kiss, doing up Angel's pants carefully.
They're approaching the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign now, and before Spike can draw breath to ask, Angel replies, "No."
"What?" Spike asks innocently.
"Don't give me that. You know full well what. I'm not driving over the sign for you." Angel replies, rolling his eyes.
"I wouldn't think of it. You'd mess up your paint job."
Angel snorts loudly. "Too right. But don't think I don't know that you wanted to ask."
Spike grins. "You know me too well, Sire."
"Of course." Angel says simply. Spike purrs, even as he shifts uncomfortably with his raging hard-on.
The car passes quickly through Sunnydale. Pulling into the garage, Angel parks the car. Freezing, he raises his head sniffing the air. "Watcher." He sighs.
Spike whimpers and whines a bit in frustration. He dutifully puts on his sweet William face. "Have to play nice in front of the Watcher."
"Yes my boy, looks like your punishment will have to wait." Looking at Spike's bulging crotch, Angel smirks, "You'd best put a long sweater on." Spike nods and reaches into the trunk, pulling a long sweater out of the luggage and pulling it on.
Angel gets out of the car and waits for Spike near the door into the house. Taking a deep breath he changes his body language from confident Master Vampire, to brooding souled vamp.
Spike carries in the luggage, following behind Angel. Giles is waiting inside, sitting on the couch, sipping whiskey.
"Giles." Angel says quietly coming up behind him.
Giles jumps a bit. "Angel. Sorry, I needed to speak with you." He looks up. "Ah, hello William."
Spike nods. "Hello Mr.Giles."
Giles looks back up at Angel. "I need to speak with you privately, if you don't mind."
Frowning a little, Angel nods, "Of course, if you'd prefer." Smiling gently at Spike, he suggests that he drop the bags off in the bedroom and head up to the library.
Spike nods, ducking his head shyly. "Yes Angel. I'll be up there reading." He moves off down the hallway.
Angel waits until Spike heads upstairs before pouring his own glass of whiskey and taking a seat. "Is there a problem Giles?" He lets a panicked tone enter his voice, "Is Buffy ok?"
"Buffy's fine." Giles looks down into his glass of whiskey, trying not to look embarrassed. "I didn't want to say anything in front of the others, but I'm...aware...of the relationship there was between Angelus and William."
Angel blinks a few times, hiding a grin. "Oh...um...really?"
"Yes. And...I'm concerned. With him souled and living under the same roof, that you might...umm...how can I put this delicately? Renew that relationship. And risk triggering the curse."
Angel has to hold back his snickers, and takes a drink of his whiskey in the hopes of burning them away. Sighing he leans back in his chair. "Giles. May I confide something?"
"Please do," Giles says, his expression serious.
"You swear you won't tell Buffy? Or the others?"
"I swear."
"Well, you know that I was in a Hell dimension after....Acathla? I was there for a hundred years." Angel explains seriously, "And then I was back here. Can you imagine what I felt when I was once more in my right mind?"
Giles shakes his head. "No, honestly Angel, I can't imagine it."
"I was relieved, happy, deliriously happy. You could say..." Angel waits for Giles to get it.
"Ah. Perfectly happy. And no triggering of the curse?"
"None. As Buffy probably told you, she can see my soul somehow." Angel takes another sip of his drink.
"Ah. But you've been avoiding Buffy, and she thinks it's because of the curse. I take it...that's not why."
"No." Angel shakes his head a little and looks mournfully down at the floor. "When I was in Hell, they often used the faces of those that I'd hurt the most. Buffy's was among them. I guess I'm finding it hard to get past that, I've only been back a few months and the nightmares are still strong." That's actually true, though it's not the reason for his hatred. After all he doesn't hate any of his family, either one, that appeared there.
Giles nods. "I can understand that." He sighs. "Well I'm relieved. It's a noble thing, you wanting to help William this way. I just didn't want it to cost you your soul."
"I couldn't not help him. He's my childe, and I know this pain." Angel says earnestly.
"I know. But..." Giles looks down. "He's also a very handsome man, beautiful almost, and a Seducer to boot. I know how tempting it must be..."
Angel tamps down on the flash of anger at the idea of Giles looking on his childe with desire and replies quietly, "The Watchers know he's a Seducer?"
"The Watchers in general don't. *I* do. Met him before I became a Watcher, though he may not remember."
Angel blinks at that and a subsonic growl rumbles in his chest. "Oh? I'll have to ask him if he does. When was this?"
"Early 70's, in London. When I was going by Ripper. It was only a few nights." Giles sighs, quite obviously reliving the memories.
Angel's eyes flash briefly amber, and his growl becomes louder. It's not loud enough for Giles to actually *hear*, but it is enough for him to sense instinctually.
Giles cringes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said..." He sighs. "I'll go now."
Angel fights down his growl and shakes his head. "No. We can finish our discussion. If you know he's a Seducer, then you know how important touch is to him, especially when he's so vulnerable," Angel says, returning to the point.
Giles nods. "Yes. I can imagine. It's one of the reasons I was so concerned."
"Well, the curse isn't a problem anymore." Angel says, the double meaning means he has to fight another smirk.
"That's good to know. I haven't told any of the others, and the books that reference it I keep under lock and key."
"Well that's a relief." Angel sighs. "Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?"
"No, really, that's it. I'll be heading home now."
Angel nods and places his glass aside. "I'll come by the library in a couple of days. Hopefully William will be up to coming with me."
Giles nods. "Yes, he seems to be recovering quickly."
"He's always been very resilient, and he has me to help, and he isn't living in denial of what's happened like I did," Angel says. "But he's still extremely fragile"
"I can imagine." Giles sighs. "I'll see you then." He heads towards the door.
"Bye." Angel watches him go through amber-flecked eyes. Giles closes the door behind him.
Settling back in his chair, Angel waits for Spike to return. His jealous thoughts over Spike's past with Giles, send his possessiveness into overdrive, and it swirls inside him. His cock hardens with the need to claim his childe again, fill him with his cum. Drive all thoughts of 'Ripper' from both their minds. A low growling starts in his throat.
Spike comes downstairs after he hears the front door close, ready for his punishment to start. He hears the growling long before he reaches the living room, and he drops to his knees, crawling into the living room, head down.
"William." Angel growls his name, looking at him with demon eyes.
"Yes Sire?" Spike whimpers submissively.
"Tell me boy, do you know the name Ripper?"
"Sounds vaguely familiar."
"Early 70s, London..." he prompts, a little mollified that Spike's memories don't seem to be all that clear, unlike Giles'.
Spike's eyes widen. He nods. "Oh. Yes, Sire, I recall it now. Why?"
"How do you know the name?" Angel asks, holding himself still.
"He was a diversion. A tumble, for a few nights while Dru was visiting The Master."
"Just a diversion? And you haven't seen him since?"
"No. Never since."
"Really? Not even here in Sunnydale?" Angel wants to believe that Spike is unaware of Giles being Ripper.
"Why would he..." Spike stops, knowing the only other Englishman in Sunnydale, and the light dawns.
"As you've realised. It seems that Ripper's real name is Rupert Giles. And you didn't recognise him, not even when I was torturing him in front of you." Angel needs to be sure.
"No. He's changed so much. He was a wild leather-wearing punk with a low-class accent when I knew him."
"Ahh. Well it seems that he definitely remembers you. Very fondly in fact." Angel's eyes are fixed on him, angry, and he hasn't stopped growling all the time they were talking.
Spike trembles and he lowers his head again submissively. "I didn't know, Sire."
"Well now you do." Angel points out. "And what will you do with this knowledge?"
"Whatever you say, Sire."
Standing, Angel moves slowly towards him. "Well, right now, what I say is that I'm going to fuck you till the only thing you can remember is my name as you scream it."
Spike shivers and moans. "Yes Sire."
Crouching before his childe, Angel grips his chin and meets his eyes. "You have fifteen seconds to get yourself naked and spread across my bed ready for me to fuck you." He says darkly, "I suggest you move extra swiftly to get yourself oiled well enough for the coring I'm going to give you."
Spike moves with inhuman speed, ripping off his shirt and jeans with all his strength, tossing the shreds aside, and grabbing the lube from the bedside. He pushes a glob into himself as he bends into position.
Angel follows along behind slowly, counting out the seconds. As he comes to fifteen seconds, he's standing next to the bed, eyes on Spike's raised ass. "Who do you belong to Boy?"
"Only you, Sire." Spike replies emphatically.
"Who do you want?"
"Only you, Sire. Only you."
"No-one else? Cordelia? Drusilla?" Angel asks moving onto the bed to kneel behind his childe.
"Only you, Sire." Spike feels the weight of his Sire moving onto the bed behind him and whimpers quietly.
Angel's hands take hold of Spike's slim hips. "And who do you need?"
"Only you, Sire," Spike moans. "Only you."
Slamming his cock into Spike's hole with one brutal thrust, Angel snarls, "Mine!"
Spike howls as Angel rips into him, impaling him, the blood from earlier and the lube easing the passage somewhat. "Yours," he moans out after the first blinding pain eases.
Leaning over him Angel sinks his fangs into the back of Spike's neck, growling ferally as he pounds into the slim body beneath him. Spike just rides the brutal fucking as best he can. This is animalistic, pure territory marking, nothing but his Sire marking his body and spirit with his fierce dominance.
Orgasming quickly, shooting his spunk high into Spike's body, Angel snarls around Spike's flesh. Pulling both cock and fangs free, he flips Spike over. Spike moans and whimpers submissively, baring his throat, eyes down, legs spread.
Gripping Spike's neck Angel uses the other to guide his cock back inside his childe's body. "You belong to me?"
"Yes Sire. I belong to you. I am yours."
"Look at me." He growls. He's in full demon face as he pants around his fangs, breathing in his childe's scent. "Tell me. Tell me what is mine."
Spike looks up with darkened eyes at Angel. "My body is yours. My life is yours. My mind, my heart, all yours. Every bit of me to use as you see fit."
"My childe." Angel affirms, loosing his throat and taking his mouth in an animal kiss.
Spike moans and surrenders to the kiss, tasting his own blood as Angel's fangs cut into his lips and tongue.
Angel's hips are slamming against Spike, his cock pistoning in and out of his hole. Bracing his arms on either side of Spike’s head, he rides him hard, giving him the promised coring, battering his prostate. Spike arches to meet the thrusts as much as he can. His whole body trembles with the force of the mating.
This is raw vampire sex, no tenderness at all, just fierce desire. The hard fucking goes on, their bodies colliding together. The air is filled with the smell of their blood and desire, and the sounds of grunting and smacking of flesh. Time blurs, becoming meaningless as Sire claims Childe, demon to demon, the sire-childe bond a near palpable thing around them.
It must be hours that pass, though, with Angel taking Spike over and over, battering him with his powerful body, Spike repeatedly screaming his name, before Spike is finally overcome and passes into unconsciousness. Even his legendary stamina is no match for his Sire is a possessive rage.
As Spike passes into unconsciousness, Angel snarls with satisfaction. Throwing back his head he snarls out his final orgasm, grinding his cock into Spike's battered hole.
Coming down from his rage, Angel looks down into Spike's lax features. Leaning down he presses a kiss to Spike's lips, before pulling from his body and rolling away.
Staring at the ceiling he pants. Closing his eyes he reaches out with his senses. It's almost Dawn. Smirking, at the fact that they've pounded the night away, he turns to look at his childe.
Spike lays still for a little while and then his eyes flutter open before closing again. "Sire," he whimpers, and moves his aching body towards Angel.
The bruises and claw marks on Spike's body speak of the hard fucking he's just been given, and to his Sire's eyes they are beautiful. "Childe." Angel rumbles in response, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close. Drawing his childe's mouth to his chest he says, "Drink my boy."
Spike moans and lets his fangs drop, though his face doesn't shift. He carefully and daintily sinks his fangs in, and begins to nurse against his Sire. He must have been pleasing to get this respite from him.
Bending his head, Angel sinks his own fangs into the vulnerable flesh of Spike's neck, completing the circle of blood. Their demons entwine quickly, near to the surface after the violent fucking of the last night. Spike's demon curls, submissive and docile, in the grip of Angel's demon. Thoroughly claimed and tamed by the efforts of the evening.
Purring along with his demon, Angel strokes a gently hand down Spike's back as he drinks slowly. Spike keeps suckling, pulling on the wound in Angel's chest, drinking as he did as a fledge. The mutual exchange of blood refreshes them both and links them more intimately than anything else.
Retracting his fangs, Angel lovingly seals the wound. Nuzzling along the side of Spike's face he purrs, "My beloved childe."
Spike regretfully stops nursing, licking the spot closed, and rubs in return. "Sire."
"How do you feel?" Angel asks, cupping one firm asscheek.
Spike smiles and moans softly at the touch. "Thoroughly fucked. And very happy. And yours."
"Good." Yawning Angel pulls the covers over them. "See that you remember that."
Spike snuggles in closely to Angel, settling against his Sire's chest. He knows that punishment will follow in the evening, but for now he just wants to be near his Sire and touch him, and be touched.
"Sleep well childe." Angel murmurs settling down to sleep. "You'll need your strength for tonight. A Scooby meeting followed by your punishment."
Spike nods with a soft whimper. "Yes Sire."
Pressing his nose into Spike's hair, Angel breathes deeply and sighs, smiling as he falls asleep. Spike settles down and sleeps too. Content and happy in his Sire's arms.
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TITLE: In Hell’s Wake: Satisfaction of Sire 7/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Angel/Spike
SUMMARY: What if, when Spike came to Sunnydale after Dru dumped him, he decided to go inside Angel’s mansion? And what if Angel wasn’t too happy with Buffy for sending him to hell? This Chapter- Scorchingly hot car sex. Plotting and playing.
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SPOILERS: Through Season 3 BtVS: Lover’s Walk
WARNINGS: M/m slash, oral sex, masturbation, Daddy!kink, role-play vamp-style, role-played sexual coercion, bloodplay, rough sex.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 8,265 words.
Small slightly non-worksafe manip beneath the cut as well.
"Making the bitch that sent me to hell suffer."
Spike chuckles in response. "I'll be more than happy to do whatever I can to accomplish that."
"I thought you might say something like that." Dropping his head back to the floor Angel relaxes. "Shame we can't just kill the bitch, but she's needed to guard the Hellmouth."
Spike sighs. "I suppose she is. We don't want the world destroyed or any such."
Angel winces at the reminder of his idiotic Acathla stunt.
"Sorry Sire," Spike says quickly. "I didn't mean..."
"Hush." Angel soothes, "Not your fault. I can't believe I was so stupid..." Sighing he starts to berate himself mentally. Spike just settles back against Angel and strokes his hands along his sides, trying to distract him from his brooding. Sighing again Angel returns to the original subject. "So, any ideas on how to make the bitch suffer?"
Spike thinks. "Mmmm. Well, we could start by trying to separate her a bit from her crew of friends. The cheerleader would probably be a good place to start."
Chuckling as he cups Spike's ass cheeks, Angel agrees "That she would. I can't see her being that hard to persuade. Especially if we get her away from the boy."
Spike presses a bit against Angel's hands. "I think I could arrange that, and cause a bit of a split among the Scoobies at the same time. Just a tiny little charm, at the right time..."
"Oh?" Angel asks, intrigued. "What kind of charm?"
"Well, Willow and Xander have always had a bit of attraction for each other. Just a little charm to loosen their inhibitions at the right moment, when Cordelia is watching..."
Starting to laugh, his Sire rolls them until he is on top, looking down into Spike's eyes. "Oh yes, what brilliant idea. I can just imagine it, the mousy little witch and the bumbling idiot, betraying their partners in full view."
Spike grins, looking back at Angel. "Yes, the wolf boy too. Perfect. And of course, Cordelia will need 'comforting'."
"Oh yes, and sweet little newly souled William won't be able to help reaching out to help her in her pain." Angel smirks at him.
Spike makes his face looks all innocent, blinking up at Angel. "Of course."
Growling lightly, Angel bends to kiss him. "And if I just *happen* to come across you both, while you *comforting* her..."
Spike moans softly. "What a lovely little tableau."
"Indeed. I can't wait to see if it's all true..."
Spike lifts his hand to stroke Angel's cheek. "My wonderful devious Sire."
Leaning into his hand Angel asks, "Do you think it's true? What they say about cheerleaders? Whether they're really that limber, and that experienced?" Angel grins in anticipation.
Spike chuckles. "Quite likely. She definitely has the look."
"Hmm, have you had a look at those legs?" Angel asks, reaching down he hooks his hands behind Spike's knees. Lifting them he wraps them around his waist as he continues, "I can't wait to get her in this position. Her legs around me as I fuck her senseless."
Spike moans and arches up against Angel. "God, Sire, you'll split her in two. I'd like to see her sandwiched between us."
"Oh yes, filled to bursting and begging for more." Rocking against Spike, he grinds his hips against his hard cock.
"She'll make a sweet little toy, don't you think?" Spike wraps his arms around Angel's sides and slides his nails lightly over his back.
"Yes indeed. The perfect slut for us." Nipping at Spike's full lips he murmurs darkly, "How long do you think it would take to bring her to the point where she can take both of us in her tight little cunt?"
Spike moans hard at that. "I'd be interested to see. I'm betting she'll break so pretty. Be a submissive needy little slut under all that attitude. Crawl across the floor for us."
Sliding one arm under Spike's waist Angel muses, "I wonder if she would be a Seducer like you if we turned her? Or if she would have other gifts. We'd definitely need to break her first, she'd be too strong a personality otherwise."
Spike nods. "Yes." His eyes glitter. "You want to turn her? You don't think the Slayer would stake you for it?"
"Not if she didn't know it was me." He grins wickedly. "If she thinks that I've just been kind enough to adopt her, raise her as my own, keep her from being 'evil'." He shrugs nonchalantly, "But it's just an idea, we'd have to see how things go."
"Of course. But Cordy is a pretty thing. Pretty enough for family." Spike rubs more against Angel.
"She is pretty. But not as pretty as you Baby." Angel kisses him softly. "My gorgeous little boy."
Spike moans and smiles up at Angel. "No one ever thought me pretty before you found me. You saw me as no one else did."
"Fools, all of them." Angel snorts. "They wouldn't have known beauty if it was thrown in their smug faces."
Spike purrs and rubs his cheek against Angel's. Pushing his free hand against the floor, Angel stands, holding Spike against him. Kissing his boy deeply he starts to move towards the bed. Spike holds on tightly to Angel as they move. He loves his Sire's strength, his magnificent body, the way he makes Spike feel so delicate and beautiful.
Stopping with his knees against the side of the bed, Angel continues to kiss him hotly, feeling Spike's cock throb against his stomach. Spike's completely lost in the kiss, in his Sire's arms around him. He doesn't know where they are, doesn't care.
Pulling away from the kiss Angel looks into Spike's dilated eyes. Reaching behind himself, Angel unhooks Spike's ankles. Smirking he dumps Spike onto the bed. "Sun's down. Time to get going."
Spike whimpers in frustration. "Yes Sire."
Striding over to their bags, he pulls out some clean clothes. Looking over at the bed where Spike's is still sprawled out. "Come along childe. We need to get back to Sunnydale."
Spike pants to pull himself under control and gets up, dressing, only managing to button his jeans with difficulty.
Angel smirks, eyes glittering as he watches Spike's discomfort. Dressing in a pair of dark brown slacks and a brown silk shirt, he starts to pack their things together. Spike finishes dressing and moves to help with the packing.
Giving the room one last glance over, Angel gestures towards the door, "Shall we?"
Spike nods with a small whimper. "Yes Sire."
Picking up the phone in the seating area and calling down to the front desk, Angel informs the concierge that they're leaving and requesting that their bags are fetched.
Hanging up, he reaches his hand towards Spike, who takes Angel's hand and comes to him. Being left hard and wanting was familiar. Frustrating but familiar, and he loved his Sire flaunting his dominance, teasing him mercilessly like this.
Angel pulls Spike to him and kisses him hard. Spike moans and presses into the kiss.
Squeezing Spike's ass Angel pulls away from the kiss. "Let's go. I want to get back in time to start our deception with the Scoobies."
Spike nods with a little shiver. "Yes Sire." He and Angel head down to the car, the concierge packing their bags in the trunk as they settle into the seats.
Leaning back in the driver's seat, Angel starts the car, listening to her purr as they wait for the last of their bags to be loaded. Once that's done he nods at the attendants and pulls away.
The thrum of the motor and the vibrations just aggravate Spike's painful arousal. He decides to spread the pain a little and leans the seat back. He writhes a bit against the leather, moaning and arching suggestively.
Glancing over at him and raising an eyebrow, Angel asks, "And what do you think you're doing?"
"Stretching," Spike replies with mock innocence.
"Riiight." Angel drawls. Pretending to remember something he says, "Oh did I tell you? The dungeon I set up when I lost my soul was gone is still intact at the mansion. Even that bullwhip you " smirk, "like."
Spike whimpers at that. "Really?"
"Yep." Angel nods. "*Everything* is there. So if you’re that stiff that you need to...stretch...so vigorously, there's always the St. Andrew's Cross. I'm sure I could set it up to get rid of any kinks in your muscles," He says pointedly. Spike whimpers and then settles into the seat, pouting.
Angel rolls his eyes, "Don't pout baby. You'll make Daddy think you don't love him anymore."
Spike looks over, speaking in his little-boy voice. "Oh, baby loves Daddy." He puts his hand on Angel's thigh and rubs. "Baby loves Daddy *so* much."
Covering Spike's hand and squeezing it Angel replies, "Daddy's glad. He couldn't bear it if his Baby stopped loving him."
Spike smiles and purrs. He settles down and behaves for a while. But of course he can't stay good the whole way. He reclines his seat all the way back and squirms onto his stomach, and starts grinding into the leather, feeling the vibrations of the car against his crotch and his still-hard cock.
Angel looks at the clock and smirks. Twenty-seven minutes his boy had behaved. Not bad. Reaching out he smacks Spike twice, hard, on his denim clad ass. "Bad Baby."
"What?" Spike says innocently, after yelping at the smacks. He doesn't stop in his grinding, his ass moving enticingly under the tight-stretched fabric.
"Turn over." Angel orders.
"No," Spike says. "Don't wanna." He wraps his arms tightly around the seat and keeps grinding. He knows he's going to get punished. And deep down, he wants it.
"William." Angel growls warningly. "Turn over." He smacks him twice more, even harder. Spike yelps again at the smacks but he doesn't respond or obey.
"If you want to come anytime in the coming week, you'd best turn over right now my lad." Is the angry response to his misbehaviour. Spike groans. That's his Sire. The last little bit to fall into place. He knows he won't really feel reclaimed until his Sire punishes him, takes full control of him. He keeps grinding into the leather.
Angel's voice becomes icy as he continues. "Turn over now, and I'll only punish you bad enough to be bedridden for hours. If you don't it'll be worse, and I promise you, you won't enjoy it. You're gonna mess up my plans boy." Growling he looks over, eyes amber and glittering dangerously. Spike whimpers and turns over obediently, putting the seat back in proper position.
Still growling dominantly Angel barks out, "Get your cock out, I want to make sure you stay hard and unrelieved all the way home."
Spike whimpers again and nods. "Yes Sire." He unbuttons his jeans and pulls out his still-hard cock.
"I could put a cock strap on you, but I'm not gonna make it that easy. You don't come. Put your hands on the seat, they don't go near your groin until I say so."
Spike moans. "Yes Sire." He puts his hands down to the sides of the seat and grips.
"Now William. Tell Sire how you're gonna seduce the cheerleader. Make it good." Angel says darkly, his hand pressing briefly over his own cock before returning to the steering wheel.
Spike licks his lips and closes his eyes, picturing Cordy. "I'm going to make sure I'm there when she sees the betrayal. After she yells at Xander and runs away, I'm sure there will be tears. I'll follow, and speak to her comfortingly, and pull her into an embrace. Like all women, she'll want to get even with him as well, and when I see she's in the right frame of mind, I'll invite her to the mansion so she's not alone in her time of need. You know my skills at Seduction. I'll keep working on her with little touches and intimate suggestions. Probably talk her into a massage to 'relax' her, to get my hands on her body and part her from her clothes."
Angel's eyes glitter, he can just picture it. "What will I see when I come into the mansion myself?" He asks.
"I'll have her stretched out on that large velvet chaise, probably with her panties still on to preserve her 'modesty', and myself stripped to silk boxers. I'll be straddling her back, slicking oil onto her, probably just working my fingers down into her panties and getting her to moan for me."
"Should I reveal myself straight away? Or watch for a bit longer, let you get her into bed and ready for me?" Reaching down he undoes the button and zipper of his slacks, freeing his hard cock to the night air. Angel may be willing to let Spike play with her, but he'll have her first, break her first. He knows that and Spike knows that.
"Probably should reveal yourself right away. Let her have a moment of delicious confusion, and slight embarrassment. Blush prettily for you. And you can admonish her for being such a naughty girl, come over and lift her chin, while I hold her against me displayed for you. She'll cream her panties for you, practically writhe for you to have her."
Growling lightly at the pictures Spike is creating with his wicked words. "Like you did Baby? Will she beg and writhe as pretty as you did that first time?" He asks, knowing the memory always makes Spike hot and needy.
Spike's mind travels back to that first time, when Angelus seduced him with his words and his big skilled hands. He whimpers and moans, his cock hardening painfully. "She'll be pretty. I hope not as pretty as me."
"Well, we'll have to see about that won't we?" His sire asks, grinning evilly. "So, then what? She's in your arms and desperate for me. What shall I say to her about being near naked beneath my vulnerable little boy?"
Spike moans again. "Ask her why she's taking advantage of your sweet, confused, newly-souled childe. Watch her stammer and try to make excuses, and of course, I'll try to cover for her. But you'll brush those excuses aside, of course. And point out that there need to be penalties for such naughty behaviour. March us off to your bedroom."
Angel grins. "What reparation do you think I should demand hmm? For taking advantage of you."
Spike moans as he pictures the scene, all of them in his Sire's bedroom, he and Cordy near naked. "Up to you of course, Sire. But you could ask her what she planned to do to me. Make suggestions when she demurs. Maybe suggest she intended to suck my cock with the whore-red lips she always has. And then perhaps demand that she suck yours instead."
Chuckling Angel says, "I know full well that what she was picturing the other day was your pretty face between *her* legs. But I like the idea of making her service us first. Make sure she knows her place."
Spike moans and nods. "Yes Sire. As arrogant as she is, she needs to be humbled a bit. Plus I know those lips would look so pretty wrapped around your cock, you fucking her mouth, keeping her quiet for once."
"Oh yes, bring Queen C down a peg or dozen.” He runs one finger teasingly along the vein on the underside of Spike's cock. "We need to make sure early on that she knows that she belongs with her mouth and legs wide open for our cocks. Just like the slut I know she is inside. A filthy whore, just for us, desperate for us."
Spike whimpers loudly and gasps as Angel runs his finger along his cock, and at the wicked words. "Oh god yes Sire. A sweet little whore, a pet. Naked and at our disposal."
"We'll break her to us. Make her mind and will strong to all others, but ready to crumble at a word from us. Make her desperate for every depraved thing we do to her." Angel's eyes glow as he glances over from the road. "And when she's utterly ours - body, mind and soul, we turn her. Make her strong, and clever. Then set her on the idiot boy."
Spike nods in agreement. "Oh yes Sire. Brilliant as always. What a sweet family we'll make, the three of us." Spike pictures all the lovely things that can do with and to Cordy.
Tilting his head, Angel pretends to consider seriously. "But once we've turned and trained her. We'll need a new toy to play with..."
Spike thinks....as best he can, with his cock still painfully hard. "Male or female?"
"Hmm I don't know. Which do you think? A pretty red-haired dolly, or an untamed puppy?" He's aware of Spike's need, the arousal pouring off of him in waves, but Angel has no intention of letting his boy come any time soon.
"Either could be fun. The idiot boy hates us both so much, it would be fun to break him. But the witch practically reeks with innocence."
"She most certainly does that. Especially since her pet werewolf insists on keeping her pure. He must be mad." Angel shakes his head mournfully, if he'd been the wolf, he'd have fucked her six ways from Sunday long ago.
Spike nods. "Yeah. A real innocent, a virgin, with all that power. She'd be so delicious."
"Hmm." Angel considers the options. He starts to grin as a wicked idea comes to him. "Oh yes. I wonder how the innocent little thing would react to the attentions of someone like Cordelia?"
Spike grins and moans at the picture. "Oh god. What a lovely little pair."
"Indeed. A pretty contrast. Much like the one between us." Angel purrs, giving Spike's aching cock another featherlight caress. Spike whimpers and keens at the touch. It's all he can do not to cum.
Grinning happily at Spike's reaction, his sire returns his hand to the steering wheel as he manoeuvres the car around a truck. "Tell me more of the seduction of Cordelia. How do you think she'll react to the suggestion of sucking my cock?"
Spike pants and brings himself under a semblance of control. "She'll probably protest at first, but you'll be able to smell that the suggestion really turns her on."
"However shall we persuade her to give in to her desires?" Angel asks in mock consternation.
"Oh, I'm sure you'll insist that she has to pay for her wicked ways."
"And what will Sweet William be saying and doing during this?"
"Oh, I'll be talking soothingly to her, telling her that she really should do as you say. Adding little touches to her back and her neck, whispering in her ear."
"And when she finally gives in, kneels down and takes my cock in her pretty hand, bringing it to her lips?"
"I'll be stroking my hands over her body as she services you."
Angel asks, with a smile, "Do you think I should let her bring me off in her mouth that first time, or wait to cum in her tight heat?" The road signs tell him they're not far from Sunnydale now.
Spike groans. "Oh, god, Sire, she'd look so lovely impaled and writhing on your cock."
"Can you see it Will? Those long tanned legs spread wide as I thrust inside her, stretching her cunt. The air thick with the smell of her juices and the sweet scent of her virgin-blood. And you sat up on the pillows stroking your cock, letting her see how hard you are from watching. I bet she'd beg to suck your cock while I fuck her, already a slut even as I take her virginity." Angel describes the scene hotly, watching Spike's reaction out of the corner of his eye.
Spike whimpers and grips the seat, squirming against the leather, biting his lip fighting for control. "Ohhhhh god Sire!"
"Oh yes, such a lovely scene. And when I've cum inside her, we can let her watch while you lick me clean, before your crawl between her thighs and slide that pretty cock inside her cunt, slick with her juices, blood and my cum." Angel grins wickedly, knowing that's Spike's arousal is nearing painful, but fully intending to continue torturing with words. Well, until they get home, and then he'll torture him with some of their toys. Hmm, maybe that heavy studded paddle.....
Spike keens again and slams his head back against the headrest, trying to hold onto control. "Oh Sire fuck yes!"
"Hmm, if we start the plan on Friday night, we can keep her all weekend, fucking her over and over. Then send her off to school on Monday with her very pores reeking of our spunk..."
Spike whimpers and moans pitifully. "Ohhh Sire, god, please!" He knows he won't get any relief but he can't stop from begging anyway.
"What's that? Please let’s keep her for the weekend?" Angel asks innocently, glancing over. Gods the boy is desperate, how marvellous. "Please let's fuck her over and over? Oh, I wonder how far we can take her that first weekend? Maybe she'll let us fuck her in the ass too?"
Spike bites his lip hard enough to draw blood. "Yes, Sire. I'm sure once she breaks, she'll give in so very prettily. Let us do anything we like to her."
"Hmmm." Angel nods. Twenty minutes, from Sunnydale. Stepping up the Spike-torture another notch, he grabs his boy's hand, bringing it to his lap. "Jerk me off." He instructs. Spike whimpers and curls his fingers around, starting to carefully stroke Angel's thick hard cock. His eyes are glued to it, unable to stop looking even though it makes him harder still.
"I don't suppose you've seen Cordy's new car she got for her birthday?" Angel asks, seemingly out of nowhere.
Spike shakes his head. "No, Sire, I haven't."
Pulling off the highway and onto the smaller roads leading towards Sunnydale, Angel continues, "It's a sporty little convertible, shiny and bright red." Spike is stroking hard and faster on Angel's cock, confused at the non-sequitur.
Angel suddenly turns onto the road heading to coast, and an overlook favoured by the college kids. "I had some really, *interesting*, ideas when I first saw it."
"What sort of ideas?" Spike asks with a little whimper.
Speeding along the road, Angel turns and grins at him, "I think I might show you."
Spike blinks up with wide eyes, cock getting harder still and weeping copious drops now.
Pulling into the overlook, Angel parks the car. Reaching over he pulls Spike to him, kissing him deeply. Spike moans and surrenders into the kiss, pressing against Angel.
"Hmm, Cordelia." Angel breathes against Spike's lips, "You looked so gorgeous tonight. All those boys fawning over you. But I bet I know what you were thinking. You were wishing you were here, with me weren't you?"
Spike falls into the game, batting long eyelashes up at Angel. "Oh, yes, Angel, you big strong vampire you."
Biting back a snort at Spike's words, Angel kisses him again, softly, as if he were a human woman. "Hmm, I know you were. I could smell it. Smell how wet you were thinking of me. You know why?"
"Why is that?" Spike asks, eyes wide.
"Because..." Angel runs his tongue over Spike's lower lip and breathes cool air over it. "...you're nothing but my filthy little whore, desperate for my cock."
Spike opens his eyes in mock shock and struggles a bit in Angel's arms. "I am nothing of the sort!"
"Oh but you are? Shall I show you? Let all these people see how Queen C is nothing but a cock hungry slut?" Angel gestures around, pretending that there are other cars around them.
"You wouldn't!"
"Ahh but I don't need to show them do I? Not when *you'll* show them." Opening the car door, Angel steps out, dragging Spike out behind him.
Spike whimpers and struggles weakly, protesting. "You beast!"
Angel laughs, "And you love it." Hauling Spike close, he wraps one arm around his waist. "See how weakly you fight? You want it. Want me to fuck you right here, where they can see."
Curving one hand over Spike's ass, he slides it between his legs. He starts to rub over his perineum, as if he's stroking a needy cunt. Spike groans and pushes and rubs against the fingers. "You've overcome my resistance, you magnetic creature you."
Burying his head in Spike's neck, Angel chuckles silently. Lifting his head he kisses Spike hungrily, rocking his hips against him. Spike groans and kisses him hard and long, opening his mouth in surrender, his cock weeping and hard.
Carrying Spike around to the front of the car, Angel turns to lean against it. Ending the kiss, he pushes Spike to his knees. "Suck my cock slut. Show them how much you enjoy a big cock in your throat."
Spike looks up at Angel with wide eyes, blinking again. "But....it's so big! It'll never fit!"
"Oh I'm sure if you want it all, it'll fit. And you *do* want it all, don't you Cordy?" Angel's eyes glow with delight at their game.
Spike drops his eyes almost bashfully. "I do."
"Why don't you show me how much?" Angel says softly, taking hold of his shaft and bringing it to the pouting lips. Spike licks his lips and takes Angel's cock head into his mouth, licking tentatively as if unsure of what he is doing.
"Yeah that's it. Good girl." Angel encourages. He rests his hands on the hood on either side of him, thrusting his hips forward slightly. Spike pushes forward, taking more of the cock in, and gagging a little, faking inexperience.
"Slowly, slowly, no rush. I know you're eager Cordy, but you don't want to hurt yourself." Wicked grin, "That's my job isn't it?"
Spike whimpers at that. "You beast you." He takes the cock in between his lips again and pushes forward, more smoothly this time.
"Oh yeah, a beast with a big fat cock that you desperately want." Angel chuckles. Spike looks up with big eyes as he takes more of Angel's cock in his mouth.
Angel breathes deeply, exaggeratedly, "Hmm. I can smell you Cordy. Smell your cunt dripping. Is it having my cock in your mouth, with all these people watching that's making you wet? Or is it the knowledge that I'm gonna spread your naked form over the hood of your car and fuck you till you scream?"
Spike whimpers at that, as much for picturing him doing it to Cordy and for the game as for wishing Angel would do it to him right now.
"Ohhh, I see. That's what you want isn't it slut? You want me to fuck you? Hmm?" Angel asks, pulling Spike's head away from his groin. "Is that what you want Cordy?"
Spike nods. "Yes, yes it is Angel," he says with a little quaver in his voice.
"Stand up and strip." Angel orders.
Spike quickly rises up off his knees. He drops his eyes. "In front of all these people?"
"In front of all these people." Angel nods. Pushing his trousers to his knees he sits high up on the hood of the car. Spike whimpers and nods, eyes still down, as he unbuttons his silk shirt and lets it slide away, crossing arms over his chest as if covering bare breasts.
"Such lovely generous breasts, they're really gonna bounce as you ride me, giving all these people a good show." Angel purrs, fisting his cock.
Spike whimpers some more. "I don't know how you have this power over me. I'm a good girl. I've never..."
"Liar." Angel grins wickedly. "You've never been a good girl. You're a slut, you've just been waiting for the right man to come along, a man to understand what you are. And now you're mine, my dirty little whore. Take off your pants. Let me see those tiny little panties you've got on. I bet they're drenched."
Spike nods and moans. "Yes Angel." He reaches down and slides off his jeans, already unbuttoned from their games in the car, and steps out of them, trying to cover his modesty with his arms.
"Tut tut, Cordy. No panties? What a filthy little girl you are. No wonder I could smell you so clearly." Angel grins wolfishly.
"I...I forgot to put them on. You called me out before I could finish getting dressed." Spike's tone is clearly unconvincing.
"Little girls shouldn't lie." Angel replies darkly. "Come here." He holds out his hand gesturing for Spike to join him on the hood of the car. Spike steps forward and sits up on the hood of the car next to Angel.
Without warning Angel grabs Spike, flipping him around and positioning him so he's straddling his legs. He makes sure he's steady before sliding one hand down over his ass and plunging two fingers into his ass hole - scratching at the tender flesh inside Spike's ass so he starts to bleed and become slick. "Oh yeah, so wet." He purrs.
Spike groans and keens as Angel's fingers scratch inside him, the pain almost threatening to push him over the edge, his hard cock slapping against his belly.
Pressing his fingers cruelly against Spike's prostate, Angel continues the game. "Do you want me to fuck you Cordy? Slide my cock into your drenched cunt? Make you ride me?"
Spike drives his fingernails into his own palms, trying to hold on against the assault. "Oh, yes, please Angel."
"Good girl." He whispers. Pulling his fingers from Spike's bleeding ass, he pulls him backwards, lining up his cock and thrusting inside mercilessly. Spike groans and pushes back against the invading cock impaling and tearing him open.
"Oh yeah, so tight." Angel groans. He starts to move Spike's hips up and down in a fast, harsh pace. "So good Cordy."
"Oh, Angel!" Spike cries out. "I never imagined!"
"Touch your pretty breasts for me Cordy. Moan for me." Spike slides his hands up onto his chest, stroking over the pecs, rubbing his hardened nipples and moaning loudly.
Dropping the act, Angel wraps his arms around Spike's waist. "Can you see it Will? Cordy riding my cock in the hood of her sporty little car. Pinching and twisting her nipples as she writhes."
Spike nods and moans. "Oh god yes Sire, I can see it."
"I bet all the little college boys would be jacking like fiends at the sight." Angel chuckles darkly. "And the knowledge would just turn the slut on even more."
"You could make her do anything for you," Spike says. "Just with your eyes and your voice. Just like you did to me."
"Hmm. And you do don't you Baby? So desperate to please Daddy, you'll do every depraved thing I ask of you." Angel purrs.
Spike nods. "Oh yes Daddy. Anything you want."
Angel humms and grins wickedly. "Well right now, what I want is to be back on our way." Lifting Spike up off his cock he slaps his bare asscheek playfully. "Get dressed. You can suck me off as I drive."
Spike whimpers and moans. He knows his Sire has only begun to torment him. "Yes Sire." The scent of his own blood in the air only adds to his arousal.
Helping Spike down, Angel does his trousers up and watches as Spike gets dressed.
Spike pulls up his jeans, wincing as he has to button over his rock-hard cock, then pulls on his shirt and slides into the car.
Getting back into the drivers side, Angel adjusts his seat a little further back. Starting the car, he turns it around and heads back towards Sunnydale. "Well?" He asks, gesturing at his lap.
Spike leans down and starts undoing Angel's pants, licking his lips and taking the cock head into his mouth. He can taste his own blood still on it. The tight constriction of his jeans is keeping him in control, at least, as he tries to concentrate on the task at hand.
Sighing at the touch of Spike's mouth, Angel reaches across to caress the bulge in Spike's jeans. "I bet your wishing you hadn't pissed me off right about now, aren't you Boy?" Spike whimpers and nods slightly. He swirls his tongue expertly and starts taking Angel into his mouth.
"Well it's your own fault for being such a pushy little brat." Angel tells him. "I bet Cordelia won't be so disobedient." Spike looks up at Angel with big blue eyes. He knows it’s his fault, he pushed specifically to get punished. He knows he's going to suffer.
"If you wanted to be punished so much, you need only have asked. You know I like whipping that pretty ass of yours." Angel lectures. Spike moans and pushes down, taking Angel all the way in. Not the same thing, he thinks. Not the same thing at all.
Angel gasps at the vibrations of Spike's moan as he deep throats him. "And you wouldn't now be forbidden to come."
Spike moans again, eyes still on Angel, darkening with lust still more. He had to know Angel would punish him for real.
Threading his fingers into Spike's hair Angel holds his head down as he comes with a groan. Spike swallows, letting Angel's seed slide down his throat. He doesn't try to pull up, just licks Angel's cock clean.
Humming with pleasure as Spike's swallowing throat massages the head of his cock, he strokes his scalp gently. As Angel's muscles relax, he lets go his hold and pulls Spike's head to his for a quick kiss, not taking his eyes off of the road.
Spike purrs and settles back into his seat after the kiss, doing up Angel's pants carefully.
They're approaching the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign now, and before Spike can draw breath to ask, Angel replies, "No."
"What?" Spike asks innocently.
"Don't give me that. You know full well what. I'm not driving over the sign for you." Angel replies, rolling his eyes.
"I wouldn't think of it. You'd mess up your paint job."
Angel snorts loudly. "Too right. But don't think I don't know that you wanted to ask."
Spike grins. "You know me too well, Sire."
"Of course." Angel says simply. Spike purrs, even as he shifts uncomfortably with his raging hard-on.
The car passes quickly through Sunnydale. Pulling into the garage, Angel parks the car. Freezing, he raises his head sniffing the air. "Watcher." He sighs.
Spike whimpers and whines a bit in frustration. He dutifully puts on his sweet William face. "Have to play nice in front of the Watcher."
"Yes my boy, looks like your punishment will have to wait." Looking at Spike's bulging crotch, Angel smirks, "You'd best put a long sweater on." Spike nods and reaches into the trunk, pulling a long sweater out of the luggage and pulling it on.
Angel gets out of the car and waits for Spike near the door into the house. Taking a deep breath he changes his body language from confident Master Vampire, to brooding souled vamp.
Spike carries in the luggage, following behind Angel. Giles is waiting inside, sitting on the couch, sipping whiskey.
"Giles." Angel says quietly coming up behind him.
Giles jumps a bit. "Angel. Sorry, I needed to speak with you." He looks up. "Ah, hello William."
Spike nods. "Hello Mr.Giles."
Giles looks back up at Angel. "I need to speak with you privately, if you don't mind."
Frowning a little, Angel nods, "Of course, if you'd prefer." Smiling gently at Spike, he suggests that he drop the bags off in the bedroom and head up to the library.
Spike nods, ducking his head shyly. "Yes Angel. I'll be up there reading." He moves off down the hallway.
Angel waits until Spike heads upstairs before pouring his own glass of whiskey and taking a seat. "Is there a problem Giles?" He lets a panicked tone enter his voice, "Is Buffy ok?"
"Buffy's fine." Giles looks down into his glass of whiskey, trying not to look embarrassed. "I didn't want to say anything in front of the others, but I'm...aware...of the relationship there was between Angelus and William."
Angel blinks a few times, hiding a grin. "Oh...um...really?"
"Yes. And...I'm concerned. With him souled and living under the same roof, that you might...umm...how can I put this delicately? Renew that relationship. And risk triggering the curse."
Angel has to hold back his snickers, and takes a drink of his whiskey in the hopes of burning them away. Sighing he leans back in his chair. "Giles. May I confide something?"
"Please do," Giles says, his expression serious.
"You swear you won't tell Buffy? Or the others?"
"I swear."
"Well, you know that I was in a Hell dimension after....Acathla? I was there for a hundred years." Angel explains seriously, "And then I was back here. Can you imagine what I felt when I was once more in my right mind?"
Giles shakes his head. "No, honestly Angel, I can't imagine it."
"I was relieved, happy, deliriously happy. You could say..." Angel waits for Giles to get it.
"Ah. Perfectly happy. And no triggering of the curse?"
"None. As Buffy probably told you, she can see my soul somehow." Angel takes another sip of his drink.
"Ah. But you've been avoiding Buffy, and she thinks it's because of the curse. I take it...that's not why."
"No." Angel shakes his head a little and looks mournfully down at the floor. "When I was in Hell, they often used the faces of those that I'd hurt the most. Buffy's was among them. I guess I'm finding it hard to get past that, I've only been back a few months and the nightmares are still strong." That's actually true, though it's not the reason for his hatred. After all he doesn't hate any of his family, either one, that appeared there.
Giles nods. "I can understand that." He sighs. "Well I'm relieved. It's a noble thing, you wanting to help William this way. I just didn't want it to cost you your soul."
"I couldn't not help him. He's my childe, and I know this pain." Angel says earnestly.
"I know. But..." Giles looks down. "He's also a very handsome man, beautiful almost, and a Seducer to boot. I know how tempting it must be..."
Angel tamps down on the flash of anger at the idea of Giles looking on his childe with desire and replies quietly, "The Watchers know he's a Seducer?"
"The Watchers in general don't. *I* do. Met him before I became a Watcher, though he may not remember."
Angel blinks at that and a subsonic growl rumbles in his chest. "Oh? I'll have to ask him if he does. When was this?"
"Early 70's, in London. When I was going by Ripper. It was only a few nights." Giles sighs, quite obviously reliving the memories.
Angel's eyes flash briefly amber, and his growl becomes louder. It's not loud enough for Giles to actually *hear*, but it is enough for him to sense instinctually.
Giles cringes. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said..." He sighs. "I'll go now."
Angel fights down his growl and shakes his head. "No. We can finish our discussion. If you know he's a Seducer, then you know how important touch is to him, especially when he's so vulnerable," Angel says, returning to the point.
Giles nods. "Yes. I can imagine. It's one of the reasons I was so concerned."
"Well, the curse isn't a problem anymore." Angel says, the double meaning means he has to fight another smirk.
"That's good to know. I haven't told any of the others, and the books that reference it I keep under lock and key."
"Well that's a relief." Angel sighs. "Was there anything else you wanted to talk about?"
"No, really, that's it. I'll be heading home now."
Angel nods and places his glass aside. "I'll come by the library in a couple of days. Hopefully William will be up to coming with me."
Giles nods. "Yes, he seems to be recovering quickly."
"He's always been very resilient, and he has me to help, and he isn't living in denial of what's happened like I did," Angel says. "But he's still extremely fragile"
"I can imagine." Giles sighs. "I'll see you then." He heads towards the door.
"Bye." Angel watches him go through amber-flecked eyes. Giles closes the door behind him.
Settling back in his chair, Angel waits for Spike to return. His jealous thoughts over Spike's past with Giles, send his possessiveness into overdrive, and it swirls inside him. His cock hardens with the need to claim his childe again, fill him with his cum. Drive all thoughts of 'Ripper' from both their minds. A low growling starts in his throat.
Spike comes downstairs after he hears the front door close, ready for his punishment to start. He hears the growling long before he reaches the living room, and he drops to his knees, crawling into the living room, head down.
"William." Angel growls his name, looking at him with demon eyes.
"Yes Sire?" Spike whimpers submissively.
"Tell me boy, do you know the name Ripper?"
"Sounds vaguely familiar."
"Early 70s, London..." he prompts, a little mollified that Spike's memories don't seem to be all that clear, unlike Giles'.
Spike's eyes widen. He nods. "Oh. Yes, Sire, I recall it now. Why?"
"How do you know the name?" Angel asks, holding himself still.
"He was a diversion. A tumble, for a few nights while Dru was visiting The Master."
"Just a diversion? And you haven't seen him since?"
"No. Never since."
"Really? Not even here in Sunnydale?" Angel wants to believe that Spike is unaware of Giles being Ripper.
"Why would he..." Spike stops, knowing the only other Englishman in Sunnydale, and the light dawns.
"As you've realised. It seems that Ripper's real name is Rupert Giles. And you didn't recognise him, not even when I was torturing him in front of you." Angel needs to be sure.
"No. He's changed so much. He was a wild leather-wearing punk with a low-class accent when I knew him."
"Ahh. Well it seems that he definitely remembers you. Very fondly in fact." Angel's eyes are fixed on him, angry, and he hasn't stopped growling all the time they were talking.
Spike trembles and he lowers his head again submissively. "I didn't know, Sire."
"Well now you do." Angel points out. "And what will you do with this knowledge?"
"Whatever you say, Sire."
Standing, Angel moves slowly towards him. "Well, right now, what I say is that I'm going to fuck you till the only thing you can remember is my name as you scream it."
Spike shivers and moans. "Yes Sire."
Crouching before his childe, Angel grips his chin and meets his eyes. "You have fifteen seconds to get yourself naked and spread across my bed ready for me to fuck you." He says darkly, "I suggest you move extra swiftly to get yourself oiled well enough for the coring I'm going to give you."
Spike moves with inhuman speed, ripping off his shirt and jeans with all his strength, tossing the shreds aside, and grabbing the lube from the bedside. He pushes a glob into himself as he bends into position.
Angel follows along behind slowly, counting out the seconds. As he comes to fifteen seconds, he's standing next to the bed, eyes on Spike's raised ass. "Who do you belong to Boy?"
"Only you, Sire." Spike replies emphatically.
"Who do you want?"
"Only you, Sire. Only you."
"No-one else? Cordelia? Drusilla?" Angel asks moving onto the bed to kneel behind his childe.
"Only you, Sire." Spike feels the weight of his Sire moving onto the bed behind him and whimpers quietly.
Angel's hands take hold of Spike's slim hips. "And who do you need?"
"Only you, Sire," Spike moans. "Only you."
Slamming his cock into Spike's hole with one brutal thrust, Angel snarls, "Mine!"
Spike howls as Angel rips into him, impaling him, the blood from earlier and the lube easing the passage somewhat. "Yours," he moans out after the first blinding pain eases.
Leaning over him Angel sinks his fangs into the back of Spike's neck, growling ferally as he pounds into the slim body beneath him. Spike just rides the brutal fucking as best he can. This is animalistic, pure territory marking, nothing but his Sire marking his body and spirit with his fierce dominance.
Orgasming quickly, shooting his spunk high into Spike's body, Angel snarls around Spike's flesh. Pulling both cock and fangs free, he flips Spike over. Spike moans and whimpers submissively, baring his throat, eyes down, legs spread.
Gripping Spike's neck Angel uses the other to guide his cock back inside his childe's body. "You belong to me?"
"Yes Sire. I belong to you. I am yours."
"Look at me." He growls. He's in full demon face as he pants around his fangs, breathing in his childe's scent. "Tell me. Tell me what is mine."
Spike looks up with darkened eyes at Angel. "My body is yours. My life is yours. My mind, my heart, all yours. Every bit of me to use as you see fit."
"My childe." Angel affirms, loosing his throat and taking his mouth in an animal kiss.
Spike moans and surrenders to the kiss, tasting his own blood as Angel's fangs cut into his lips and tongue.
Angel's hips are slamming against Spike, his cock pistoning in and out of his hole. Bracing his arms on either side of Spike’s head, he rides him hard, giving him the promised coring, battering his prostate. Spike arches to meet the thrusts as much as he can. His whole body trembles with the force of the mating.
This is raw vampire sex, no tenderness at all, just fierce desire. The hard fucking goes on, their bodies colliding together. The air is filled with the smell of their blood and desire, and the sounds of grunting and smacking of flesh. Time blurs, becoming meaningless as Sire claims Childe, demon to demon, the sire-childe bond a near palpable thing around them.
It must be hours that pass, though, with Angel taking Spike over and over, battering him with his powerful body, Spike repeatedly screaming his name, before Spike is finally overcome and passes into unconsciousness. Even his legendary stamina is no match for his Sire is a possessive rage.
As Spike passes into unconsciousness, Angel snarls with satisfaction. Throwing back his head he snarls out his final orgasm, grinding his cock into Spike's battered hole.
Coming down from his rage, Angel looks down into Spike's lax features. Leaning down he presses a kiss to Spike's lips, before pulling from his body and rolling away.
Staring at the ceiling he pants. Closing his eyes he reaches out with his senses. It's almost Dawn. Smirking, at the fact that they've pounded the night away, he turns to look at his childe.
Spike lays still for a little while and then his eyes flutter open before closing again. "Sire," he whimpers, and moves his aching body towards Angel.
The bruises and claw marks on Spike's body speak of the hard fucking he's just been given, and to his Sire's eyes they are beautiful. "Childe." Angel rumbles in response, wrapping an arm around him and pulling him close. Drawing his childe's mouth to his chest he says, "Drink my boy."
Spike moans and lets his fangs drop, though his face doesn't shift. He carefully and daintily sinks his fangs in, and begins to nurse against his Sire. He must have been pleasing to get this respite from him.
Bending his head, Angel sinks his own fangs into the vulnerable flesh of Spike's neck, completing the circle of blood. Their demons entwine quickly, near to the surface after the violent fucking of the last night. Spike's demon curls, submissive and docile, in the grip of Angel's demon. Thoroughly claimed and tamed by the efforts of the evening.
Purring along with his demon, Angel strokes a gently hand down Spike's back as he drinks slowly. Spike keeps suckling, pulling on the wound in Angel's chest, drinking as he did as a fledge. The mutual exchange of blood refreshes them both and links them more intimately than anything else.
Retracting his fangs, Angel lovingly seals the wound. Nuzzling along the side of Spike's face he purrs, "My beloved childe."
Spike regretfully stops nursing, licking the spot closed, and rubs in return. "Sire."
"How do you feel?" Angel asks, cupping one firm asscheek.
Spike smiles and moans softly at the touch. "Thoroughly fucked. And very happy. And yours."
"Good." Yawning Angel pulls the covers over them. "See that you remember that."
Spike snuggles in closely to Angel, settling against his Sire's chest. He knows that punishment will follow in the evening, but for now he just wants to be near his Sire and touch him, and be touched.
"Sleep well childe." Angel murmurs settling down to sleep. "You'll need your strength for tonight. A Scooby meeting followed by your punishment."
Spike nods with a soft whimper. "Yes Sire."
Pressing his nose into Spike's hair, Angel breathes deeply and sighs, smiling as he falls asleep. Spike settles down and sleeps too. Content and happy in his Sire's arms.