Love isn't brains, children, it's blood ... Blood screaming inside you to work its will. - Spike from Lover's Walk

Spike stumbled down the steps and into the lobby of the Hyperion.  He tossed his battle-axe on the counter and dropped onto the cheerful red couch.  Too god damned cheerful by half.  "Bloody hell."  He groaned at the effort it took to raise his booted feet to the coffee table, and slumped back into the couch.

He heard a moan and a slow stomp down the stairs behind him.  He didn't open his eyes at the clatter of broadsword on axe, or when a large body threw itself down beside him.  "Is it always this bad, Peaches?"

Angel groaned, "no.  It's like they know I've got help."

In the week Spike had been here in LA, they had fought a different species every night.  Cordelia was afraid to stand because of the now nightly visions.  "Maybe I shouldn't have come." But at this point he didn't care.  All he wanted to do was sleep.  Maybe for a week.  On the bright side, my head count is way up.  The  Hellmouth hadn't been this active since that Glory bint came to town.  He glanced at Angel; his head was back against the couch, his shirt in  tatters crusted in his own blood and the latest colour in demon goo.  Good.  My Sire is a knackered as I am.  
 
 
 

"Eww!  I can not believe what I'm seeing.   Wesley, make them stop."

Spike jerked awake.  "What now?"  He muttered, nestling his head into a better position against his firm pillow.

"What, Cordelia?"

"Look.  Look."

"Oh, my."

"Go away."  Spike said trying to sit, he couldn't make his eyes open and he was held down by a heavy weight.  He pried an eye open and in the bright morning light saw Angel's arm wrapped tightly around his shoulder.  He sat bolt upright. "Damn."

"No, Darla.  He's mine," came a throaty Irish mutter from sleeping dark-haired vampire.

"Let go of me, you old poof."  Spike  shook away the arm.  "What are you looking at?"  He snapped at the gaped-mouthed faces of Cordelia and Wesley.  He got up and staggered past the front desk and up the left stairs to room 225.  He fought queasy waves of nostalgia as he as he made his way through the navy blue living room to the bar fridge.  He grabbed a bag of blood and downed it cold.

Pausing in his bedroom doorway, he looked around at the navy walls and, what was it, oh yeah, oyster trim.  It looked good.  The black and blue plaid coverlet on the bed received his fully clothed body.  He may have a soft bed now but he had yet to have the energy to undress and make use of the sheets.  Every night since he hit town he had ended up the same way, face down looking at plaid.  

'He's mine.'  When did I last hear that?  A hundred years and another lifetime ago. He groaned into the bed, and tried to turn his thoughts.  I wonder how the  Nibblet and Joyce are doing . . . Buffy.  He shied away from the thought of her.  Once that dream had revealed the long pent up love and lust for the small golden Slayer, he'd run like hell to the only place he could think of, Angelus.

He had arrived confused and definitely not in his right mind, on the door step of the Hyperion shortly before dawn.  He'd stumbled in numb, looking every inch, he was sure, like one of the lost souls that it was Angel's mission to save.  And his old mentor had looked every bit as confused by his arrival as Spike had felt.  While his Sire stood there staring, his bloody Soulettes had dove for their crossbows.  He remembered Angel holding up his hand to stop them and then following the dark-haired vampire into the manager's office with its dark comforting colours.  The memory was hazy like a dream.  A dream he should have woke screaming from, but instead here he was, working for a living.  Spike, William the Bloody git, working.  Exhausted. 

Angel was holding me? Could he still .  . . No, he couldn't, Spike told himself as the day and exhaustion pulled him back down into sleep.

He watched Angelus's broad back instead of where the older vampire was pointing.  'See that one, William.  That one will do fine.  Follow me.'  William fought to keep the human features up and in-place.  It was so hard, he was so hungry.  His master told him it was normal for the newly risen to feel famished when they woke.  This was only the third night since he'd risen.  The first night he'd been taken out to hunt.

He'd awoken alone this evening to Angelus's cool appraising stare and told to get dressed quickly, that they were going out.  Now here he was, so hungry from the smell of humans all around him, striding after his mentor.  William stood straight and peered at the nightlife milling around them.  He had been a tall man in his time had  he ever stood straight instead of cowering at life, but this creature before him stood nearly a head taller than the crowd.  His power dampening the new surging energy and giddy freedom the reborn William felt.

Angelus led them through the dark streets and into Hyde Park, still stalking the oblivious drunken tramp along the manicured pathways.  Once they hit the decorative shrubberies Angelus pounced.  The drunk was too stunned at the demon visage of his attacker to even scream.  'Are ye ready, Will?'  The new vampire let go his mask in answer to his master's question.  'Here.' 

His meal was tossed to him.  Will vibrated with the distilled energy of the hunt, his hunger momentarily over come by the thrill of live prey.  He gave a giddy laugh and pushed his victim, sending it back peddling toward freedom.  William snarled, diving for his escaping supper, landing it on its back.  He rolled it around on the ground before again releasing it.  He pounced again with a laugh; this time there was a loud crack on impact.  The thing convulsed briefly then fell slack, its head lulling.  He sighed disappointed at its frailty, then bit deep into its neck and drained it.

He stood and turned towards his mentor's proud smile, 'Can I have another, Sire?'

'Sure. m'boy.'  The large demon put his arm around Will's leaner shoulders.  'Ah. My little princess chose much better than I thought she would.  We shall have to bring her home a present.'

'Yes, Sire.  But can we hunt more first?'

'Yes, lad.  We shall.' Angelus clapped his shoulder firmly.

'Let's get a sturdy one this time.   The last one was too weak.'  Will shook his head not believing he had only a few days ago been equally as fragile.  If he had been this strong Cecily would have turned admiring eyes on him, not shunned him like he had been from below her sphere of society.  Like his name was not good enough.

He sniffed the air.  A human was close.  A low growl escaped him and he turned toward the new quarry. 'Good nose, boy.  Keep on.'

Will turned on the new path, his tread light, making only the slightest crunch on the gravel path.  A low whistled ditty became audible as the human approached.  Will stepped back behind a tall shrub.  A burly mortal came into view.  Its clothes were coarse, its stride confident as he sauntered past their position.  Will pulled his hungry gaze from the food to glance at Angelus.  'Are you sure you can take it lad?'

'I won't know until I try, Sire.   I feel as if I could take on anything.'  Will watched anxiously as the mortal got further away.

'Alright.  I want to see you capture this one.'

Will slipped on his human face and trotted after the human. 'Excuse me, my man! '

His prey stopped confidently, and turned with a mean smile. 'Yes, sir.'

'I was wondering if you could help me.  It seems someone has stolen my purse.  I ran after him and now I am thoroughly lost.'  William approached him with a smile. 'Can you believe it?  What is this town coming to?  It's enough to keep a man in the country, wouldn't you say?'  William stood pretending to be blithely unaware of the larger man's menacing demeanour.  'Are you on your way back out to civilization?  Shall we take the way together?'

'Sure, sir.  This way.'  The mortal turned his back to him to head deeper into the park.

Will smiled back at Angelus's position and let the man get a few steps ahead, before laughing and lunging for his prey.  He swiped his claws across the man's shoulder.  The  man turned with a growling bark.  He punched back at the vampire connecting with his jaw.  Will staggered but held his ground and his human features as he as he engaged his opponent.  The vampire's quick upper left connected with the man's heavy jaw, sending him staggering back.  With a grunt he swung a meaty fist at Will's abdomen.  The vampire danced easily away - his body flushed with fierce energy.  He snarled a laugh and launched himself on his prey landing with all fours pinning the man down.  The man's smugness gone, replaced with wide-eyed look of fright at the vampire's glowing golden eyes and brow ridge.  Will smiled exposing a good length of sharp teeth.  It was too easy.  He jumped off and let his prey go.

The human lost no time in jumping up and running at a full pelt.  Will let him gain a few yards before running with superior speed after him.  The chase was exciting.  The only sound his improved body made was the softest thump as his feet hit the mown grass.  He could hear his prey's crashing feet, its laboured  breathing and pounding heart.  He snarled landing the man full into the ground this time at an angle designed not to break its neck.  The man rolled flailing wildly trying to dislodge its attacker.  Will giggled with glee as they rolled around in the grass.  When his meal started to weaken, he rolled it to its back, licking its fear-laden sweat from its neck.  'Oh, God! Oh, God!'  It gibbered. 

'I'm not a god, old chap.  But I'm as close as you are likely to see.' Will sneered down at the trembling realization on the man's face.

'Ye are Satan come for me?' The man groaned knowingly.

Will nodded, not hiding his glee, the man's fear was so sweet, so potent, so . . . he realized the passion for the hunt had heated his loins.  He laughed at the night then plunged his teeth into the thick coarse-haired neck below him, draining its living elixir.  The man finally screamed.

Once the man went limp and his heart quieted, Williame leapt up still charged from the hunt to find Angelus standing behind him.  'How was that, boy?  Are ye sated now?'

'No, Sire.  I'm not.  I feel all jittery and hot . . . like . . . Maybe we should get that present for Drusilla and go home.' He fairly trembled with energy, unspent and undirected.

He stopped, cold calm rushed over him as  the larger vampire's hand ran down his back. 'You are like a wild cat in  action, William.  Beautiful to watch.  Yes, my Drusilla chose very well'  William was turned to face Angelus, cowwed under his looming presence.  'Shall I work some of that energy from ye, lad, before we hit the merry streets and home.'

Will stepped back and crouched into the defensive posture that his mentor had taught him only the day before.   His first lesson in a martial art, other than fencing and a bit of boxing, to which he had been introduced.  He hadn't much liked it, it spoke of long hours of patience and practice, something he no longer cared for.   But it was not for a fledgling like himself to question his new family's leader.

Tonight would be different, he could  tell by the sparkle in his mentor's eye.  He too seemed enlivened by the hunt.  He barely saw his Sire's attack and was only able to respond enough to escape the full force of the blow.   He was off balance, so his return swing went wild.  The large vampire easy evaded.  Will crouched lower watching his opponent for a sign of his next attack.  It came as a slicing kick from his side.  Will danced away laughing.  His fist swung at Angelus's stomach, only glancing his side as the vampire quickly stepped away.  He watched a predatory look settle on his Sire's features.  He felt like food as he watched the pale tongue lick across the lips before him.

'Ye feel it lad, the power of the hunt?  Can ye feel it settle in yer loins like the lust for a woman.'  Angelus lowered his large hand to run it across his own groin.

Will's still close victorian sensibilities made his mouth dry at this crude talk from his mentor, yet that is how he  felt.  A throbbing yearning for the delights Drusilla had introduced him.  His thoughts distracted him and he didn't see Angelus frontal attack.  The large vampire landed him flat on his back.  The stiff mown grass prickled against his bare neck and snagged the loose sandy-blond curls of his hair.

'Ye haven't answered me?' The sparkle of hunger in the face above him sent a wave of heat through him to clench his testicles.  The word seemed out of place in the sheer rut of longing he felt.  His balls clenched.  Yes.  However wrong the leer was above him, he felt its power.

'Yes, Sire.  The hunt is thrilling.  Is this a lesson, Sire?'  The hungry passion in his master's face worried him.  Was he going to drink him dry?  Kill him after he finally felt alive for the first time?  'Sire. Have I displeased you?  Way am I to die when I feel so alive?'

'Ye are not to die lad.  I just want a taste of the vitality I've watched tonight.  Ye need not fear death, but ye should still fear me, no matter whether I give ye pleasure or pain.  Thou, ye will soon find that for a demon they can be one in the same.'  The large golden-eyed face descended on him.  He struggled with growing terror. 'Come, lad.  Ye may be surprised.' 

Will gasped as his Sire's huge canines pieced the tender skin of his neck.  He thought his new body was confused as the prick pain hardened him further.  He flailed as the large hands stroked his chest and strong lips sucked noisily on his neck.  He felt the  teeth draw out of him but the lips stayed in busy motion.  His skin  tingled and felt flushed under the siege of lips and tongue.  His Sire's hand moved under his coat and waistcoat, pulling his shirt free from  his trousers to touch his bare skin.  He shuddered under the intimate contact.  He was so worried about the hand he had forgotten the lips until they touched his own.  He went rigid under the shock.  They pulled away. 'Come now Will what are ye afraid of?  I've already bitten ye.  Ye should relax more.  The world will only laugh at a repressed and pent-up demon.' Angelus chuckled down at him. 'Human rules do not apply to us.  In all pleasures we are free to partake.' 

The young vampire was trapped by the glittering eyes above him.  The deep urge to please his master was there, "but 'what of Dru, Sire.  What would she think of our strange . . . embrace?'

'It does not matter what she thinks.  She's mine and all she sires is mine and will bend to my will.  If it eases your delicate sensibilities, she'd be happy that her 'daddy' finds her choice so pleasing.  Enough talk you are cooling my ardour, and you will not find me so pleasing when my lusts are unfulfilled.'

Will could do not but gasp at the passion in his Sire's brutal kiss.  He allowed his lips to part under the force of the assaulting tongue.  His hands clenched convulsively against his opponent's broad chest.  His own body responding amorously to his Sire's touch as his mind began to scream with mortification at such intimate longing for another male.  What would his mother think?  His friends?  His Dru?

This was the first time since his awakening that he felt scared.  His great Sire did intimidate him, but he had not scared him before.  He had not seen this side of him through his lusty kisses with his own Sire and with Dru.  His women he called them even though he now shared his princess.

These thoughts stopped as large hands undressed him leaving his chest exposed to the night air.  He was not cold but he noted in the corner of his mind the temperature change against his skin.  Angelus pulled away to open his own shirt.  It didn't occurred to Will to use this moment of distraction to escape.  He watched as the broad white chest was exposed before him.  It was beautiful in a way Will could not believe.  He reached out a tentative finger to touch the flesh above him.  Like him, the hair had not survived the change, leaving its planes smooth as satin and flawless.  The dark head above him smiled knowingly before it descended bringing his lips and chest back into contact with Will's own.  The large ever-wandering right hand of his mentor roamed lower causing his abdomen to clench in response.  He groaned with want and discomfort as the hand undid the button on the  flap of his trousers.

'Sire.'  He exclaimed as the hand paused the stroke his engorged member through the fine wool.

'I see ye are coming around to my point of view, sweet William.'  His master chuckled, sending a thrill down his apprentice's spine.

The hand grabbed Will's, guiding it to stroke the huge bulge above him.  Then to the button of his Sire's black wool pants.  He clumsily worked the buttons undone until it fell free into his hand.  'Oh, dear.' He muttered, raising a barking laugh from his elder.

'It won't hurt you boy.  Well, not much.'  Lips brushed the bite on his neck causing his hand to clench  around the shaft. 'Ah.  That's it, lad.'

'Oh, God.'  Will moaned as Angelus's hand descended on his twitching member.  The touch was firm and rhythmic.  Will matched it making his Sire moan.

'Yes, that is well.  Come here.'  Angelus pulled free from his grip, but he was unsure as to what was wanted.  Large hand pulled him up to meet the one eyed, engorged thing that protruded from his Sire's groin.  'I'm nearly ready, child, so I suggest you lick it well.  The wetter it is the easier it will be on ye.'  The thing came closer to meet his lips.  He hesitated not sure how to proceed.  A cold thought clench in his belly.  What was Angelus going to do?  Memories of drunken voices snickering of the things men could do together, came to him with the fear he thought he had shed.

'Sire?' He whimpered.

'Remember what I said about my ardour boy.  Wrap those beautiful lips around it and suck.  Ye will grow to enjoy it.'

The thought that this might not be a one-time thing hadn't occurred to William.  He shivered despite the lack of chill.  Angelus bent and kissed his lips again running his fingers all his bite wound, eliciting a moan. 'Come, lad.'

Will bent forward and tentatively licked the drop of dew from the end of his mentor's cock.  A moan.  Another lick.  Another moan.  Encouraged Will explored the silky surface with his tongue.  Tracing the folds of the foreskin and the ridges of the head.  He remembered the sensation of Dru's tongue on him last night.  The way she used the flat of it in long wet licks along the underside.  How she held her lips taut as she pushed her mouth done on him.  His Sire leaned some weight onto Will's shoulder to steady himself.  He continued to play out his memory becoming more surer with each moan from above him.

Suddenly Angelus pulled away and pushed Will back against the stiff grass. The large beast above hauled off his trousers and tossed them aside. 'Ye do that well boy.  Dru teach ye that already?  I will have to reward her.' Will moaned as his body was again stroked and his thighs parted.

He watched his Sire disbelievingly as he wet two fingers and played them between the cheeks of his ass.  He flinched as another touched a part of him that had not felt anyone else's touch since childhood.  It was a part of him he never thought would be used again.  He clenched against the intrusion of the wet finger.  He clenched tighter when his mentor spoke, his dark gaze burning him.  'What a beautiful virgin ye make lad.  All squirms and blushes.'  Will was so aghast he forgot to clench and the finger was in him.  It was a startling sensation not wholly unpleasant.  It pulled and pushed making him focus on the sensation until the rest of him relaxed.  The finger was removed.  His eyes opened to see the dark gaze and the moistening of the fingers.  It slide in easier this time and then there were two.  Angelus pulled away to once again kneel before him.  'Wet me again.'  Will complied resting a hand on the smooth hard thigh before him and taking in the bobbing shaft.  Then Angeluu was gone only to reappear kneeling between Will's thighs pushing his knees up to his chest.  A  brief pass of hand over groin, stomach and around ass cheeks.  Wet  fingers plunged in and out of him.  Then something broader and smoothed pressed against his entrance. 'Look at me boy.  I am ye first and until I say ye only.  Do ye hear me?'

'Oh. Yes, Sire.  Ah!'  Will groaned as he was forced open.  He looked at the thing pressing into him.  He couldn't possibly take that.  It pulled away then it pressed again. It burned. Then a jolt of something undefinable. then burning flashs of sparkle pleasure. "Ooh!"

'To me William.' Growled his Sire's voice.  Will's eyes flew to his Sire face.  It was hungry and he was the meal.  He groaned as his master went deeper in with every stroke.  He could  feel his body leach blood in response to the abrasion; soon the strokes were more free and the burning less.  'Good and tight you be.  Ah!.'  His Sire  gasped and reached up to take hold of his Will's neglected cock.  

The younger vampire bucked at the fierce tug.  The savage grip moved to the rhythm of the plunging thrust.  He moaned and lips swallowed it.  He stared in to the eyes that were just inches from his own and he was lost.  He grunted and came with shuddering force as Angelus let go of his lips. 'Oh Sire!'  He bucked up into the big hand and met the down ward thrust, giving himself to the passion and sensation.  His inhibitions finally over come.  

His master grunted and thrust with blinding speed.  Grabbing his shoulders and bending him to his Sire's mouth.  Angelus placed a new mark upon him.  Will threw his arms around his dark master's waist accepting him totally.  He slumped back to the grass as he was released, then reached up and stroked his master's face. 'I tell ye lad once I've had ye there will be no other.'

"Never, Sire."  Spike gasped awake from where he had drooled on the plaid coverlet.  He looked around him.  "I never have, Angelus."  He got up, shivering under the erotic memory.  The light from around the curtains and his internal clock suggested noon.  He turned and headed for the shower.

He stood and allowed the water to beat down on his head and back.  He didn't understand why the memories had surfaced.  He had over a hundred years to forget his Sire's touch.  No.  My Grand-sire.  That's all.  And it's not Angelus, it's Angel.   And the old poof was probably just having a nightmare, so he can be extra mopey this evening.  Hell, maybe I should leave.  He sighed, "and go where?

He sighed again and reached for the bottle of shampoo.  He massaged away the sticky mats and unmentionable chunks from his hair.  He enjoyed the mild fragrance of spice and vanilla but would never tell Cordy, whose good taste had decorated his suite and filled it with the necessities of civilization.  Although he didn't understand the underarm deodourant, the foot powdered and the other things that littered the bathroom shelves.  His vamping had saved him from offensive body odours.  He turned off the taps and towelled himself off.  Stepping up to the sink, he opened the mirrored medicine cabinet that still displayed the shower behind him to take out the toothbrush and toothpaste.  Just because vampires didn't have bad BO didn't mean the human food they eat wouldn't rot between their teeth.

Now that he was clean and relaxed he slide himself between the crisp navy cotton sheets for the first time to capture another couple of hours sleep before the next crisis could arise. I'll have to stay.  At least until things calm down.  He sighed into the soft pillow and was quickly asleep.