Sire Issues

Spike lay flat on the cool dark leather of the couch in their LA study, his booted feet on its padded arm.  His head rested on his forearm as his fingers beat a tattoo against his skull to an old Stones tune that throbbed in the background.  He flipped idly through an Elle magazine.  Why does Titia buy these things.  They're mostly adverts.  Bloody stupid articles, too.  He dropped the mag to his chest to turn the page with one hand.  "Well.  Hello there."  Holding it up, he scanned the tasty looking tanned models from an article on the coming summer's bathing suits.

"Lords, I bloody well hope Titia comes home soon."  If she just killed the bleedin' board out right, these things would get done faster.  Hell, she could ask me to do it.  What bunch of nancy demons would want to sit around a table arguing with their lunch anyway?  He threw the mag to the polished surface of the mahogany coffee table and sighed.  The way Titia's meetings were going this week, she probably wouldn't make it home until sunrise.  Which left him here alone.  Bugger.

He sat up, swinging his legs around so he could lean back against the cushions.  Maybe I should head back in and pick a fight in the gym.  He glanced at the desk at the end of the room.  Or go over that report from the Sydney pack. I'm starting to sound like Titia.  Who'd have thought a work ethic would be contagious.

He grabbed his pack of fags of the table and lit one.  Titia had been so busy over the last couple of days they had only got a few good shags in.  What he wanted right now was a good marathon session.  One that would leave him so weak he couldn't gasp.  This was why it was always good to have a family, there was usually someone around who would join you in a good bout of sex.   He leaned back and smiled at the curvilinear Art Deco mouldings that trimmed the ceiling.  Each member of his old family had their own style of shagging: Dru fierce and loving; Darla cool and lusty; and Angelus powerful and passionate. Peaches certainly had a knack for leaving you knackered.  Nothing against his princess, he would not have traded their time together for anything.  But there was always something about being in Angelus's rare powerful embrace that could stir him even now.  Maybe it was the potency of Angelus's blood around which they all had orbited, the magical strength of his demon that even had Darla following his lead.

Darla.  It was hard to believe that her and Dru were out there in the city somewhere, probably hunting even now.  I wonder if Dru knows I'm here.  What have the stars told her?  Did she feel the Mating?  Does she know that I have slipped completely from her grasp.  Is Darla comforting her?  Darla always did prefer Dru to him.  She had nothing but disdain for him from the moment he was born.  Or at least from the moment Angelus had taken what she felt was undue interest in him. How could he not?  He was the leader and if I was to stay I had to be taught.  It's not like Dru was much use with the how-to-be-a-vampire training.  Spike shook his head to dispel the unfair thought.  Dru was a great teacher when she was lucid.  She was always the best at bringing out my darkness.

But Angelus, Angelus was my mentor. Neither Darla nor Dru could be so basely Demon.  Angelus was the true vampire.  He was pure power.  Spike's true Sire.

The only one that ever bewitched him with as much power was Titia.  She was Dru and Angelus combined - loving, fierce, passionate and powerful.  Her slender arms could wrap him in the same protective, possessive embrace as Angelus.  Sometimes he wondered if he hadn't found an Angelus substitute in Titia.  She was the natural leader like his Sire and she seemed to instil the same fanatic loyalty of her followers.  Of course, she doesn't beat you and threaten to stake you for the least infraction.  Well, except on the practice floor.  He smiled.  He rarely lost to her when sparring.  He had learned quickly never to look into his Mate's eyes when fighting, but the odd time he would get distracted or want to gauge her reactions and he would then be lost.  He found out quickly how Titia had won so many battles against vampires.  How she held so much sway.  She could mesmerize a vamp so quickly it would be on its back with a stake to its heart before you could say 'I'm buggered.'

He had rarely won against Angelus in a fair fight.  The old poof had a hundred years of strength on him.  The only thing William had going for him in those days was guile hidden behind the brawler he loved being.  He doubted now that Angelus ever let himself be at a disadvantage.  William's wins were always a prelude to seduction.  Hell, most of their sparring had been a prelude to something, but usually a good buggering.  It was only years later, after the loss of his Sire, he had realized that he had been allowed to win.  Angelus must have been bored in these instances, giving his Childe the chance to have the upper hand to initiate and take his Sire.  He could count these times on a single hand. A flush of heat rolled through him. Yes.  How horny he would get with the heat of the battle and the vicious glee of the win.  He always took his prize right there.  Spike was never willing to take the chance that Angelus might change his mind on the way to the bedroom or even to the bed.  Nothing else spurred him harder in a fight with his Sire then the thought of that prize.  That was probably Angelus's other objective in those rare incidents where he let his Childe win.  The wanker never did anything without a purpose.

Damn.  I wish Titia'd come home.  These carnal thoughts of Angelus were not helping the time go faster.  He had to get a telly for here, not that there would be anything worth watching at this hour.  Titia, like Peaches, always preferred a book.  Sure he loved reading too, but he sometimes found it hard to focus.  Too much pent up undirected energy.  Their calmness and love of the written word was one more thing the two had in common.  And I'd love to have them both here right now.

The flow of air into the study suggested that the front door had been opened.  There was a slight tingle of his senses.  At first he thought it was memory and shuddered under the synchronicity of the feeling.  He sat up and sniffed the air and the room became momentarily clearer.  The scent stronger.  Angelus.  His undead heart jumped, then sunk as he corrected himself.  "Hello, mate.  If you're looking for Titia she's still out."

Angel's tall dark clad figure came through the door and nodded at his welcome.  He went to the large walnut liquor cabinet against the wall facing the couch.  Spike's eyes travelled covertly down his broad back.  The dark modern clothes added to his Grand-sire's mystery.  Shame about the poncy do.  Spike didn't find other men attractive for anything other than a meal.  Even then he had rarely preyed upon them, except of course to make minions or in a brawl.  But then again Angelus wasn't a man.  How do you do it, Angelus?

He had never known Liam, the man who had become the dark-haired vampire that Spike thought of as Sire.  He had died a hundred years before William was even born.  To him Angelus had always been a demon.

Angel turned to query his host by raising the bottle of Glen Breton in his hand.  The blond nodded, feeling he may need it. "Bring the bottle." He picked up the remote and lowered the volume as a song from the Clash started.

Spike raised his scarred left brow questioningly as Angel took Titia's favourite chair opposite the couch.  His Grand-sire handed him a glass of the golden whisky and set the bottle on the coffee table between them.  Why is he staying?  "Titia won't be home until morning."

"I know.  I came to see you." Angel turned his perceptive brown eyes on the younger vampire. "I would like us to talk."

Angel watched the movements of Spike's hand.  Like William they were in constant motion; playing with his glass; lacing and interlacing with each other.  It was the only movement.  The rest of Spike's lean form was still, his dark eyes hooded and calm.  When had these changes been wrought?  When had William started to clinging to the shadows?  When had his mouth learned such a grim line?  So much change in a demon.

The dark-haired vampire thought back to the words that this creature had said to him an aeon ago when an infinitely younger Angel told a very different Spike that things changed.  He remembered the look on his Childe's face. 'Not us!  Not demons!  Man, I can't believe this.'  He had almost winced at the desperation in his voice. 'You were my Yoda!'

His Childe.  Angel felt a twinge of unease.  Or was it sadness and guilt.  He took a long sip of scotch.  Maybe it was a mistake coming here.  Being around Spike so much in this last two weeks had brought back bitter memories.  Ones that Angel would have preferred to forget.  But the deep-seated guilt was not as all encompassing as it rightly should be.  Over the last week, sweeter memories had also surfaced.  And ones that shouldn't seem so sweet.  Newly turned William's excited countenance as they tracked a victim through dark London alleys.  William, a sinuous panther as he took down his prey with animal grace that was artistry in itself.  He'd lost that as Angelus taught him the crueller refinements of a masterful kill.  Then came the inevitable rebellion at the mentor's heavy and constraining hand.  The victorious look on the beaten and bloodied William that had taken on a London mob and won, forcing them to flee to Yorkshire and the tough flesh of the moorsmen.  Ah, but even in his rebellion he still respected you, Angel.  The rebellion itself was an attempt to get your attention after you tired of his puppy-like obedience.

Even so, what an infinitely different creature sits here before you now.  No respect for you.  No mentor-fledge relationship to obey or disobey.  Where had that passion gone?  Where was the vivacity?  The constant outward show of emotion?  One always knew where one stood with William.  He had a feeling that it wasn't so easily to read this dark incarnation of his Grand-childe.  Was the beautiful innocent boy that had arisen with the demon still in there?  He wanted him to still be there.  He wanted this facade to be just another form of bravado that his William had adopted.  Where was the poet?  Where is my Childe?

How can you feel this, Angel? How can you sit contemplating this creature?  He should be dust like along with Darla and Dru.  He should be made to pay for his own share in death and destruction . . . Why should he pay?  Is he not my creation?  All that he has done should be on my head. He was malleable in your hands, you might have reduced his damage on the world had you stayed with him and Dru in China.  If you had taken them from Darla's clutches, you might have saved William from becoming this cold creature before you.

Spike looked up at his Sire through hooded eyes, trying not reveal the apprehension he felt at Angel's presence. Bugger.  He should have told him to go fuck himself.  But whatever this souled version of his Sire had to say would likely be more entertaining than that stupid magazine or the bloody report.  "And what would you like to talk about.  The latest cricket scores, perhaps?"  Still, he had a feeling from the pressure of the deep-brown gaze he wasn't going to like this.

"Spike.  We need to clear the air between us.  Titia is my friend and I feel ashamed that she should by confronted with our animosity every time I visit."

"That's easy, don't come."  What is it about Peaches that always makes me feel like a petulant child? He sighed. Because he was the only father you ever knew, came an annoying voice from inside his head.  It was true.  Spike's human father had been so in conception and name only.  He had been raised by the smothering love of his mother while his father spent time abroad or at his countryseat with his mistress.  His parent's marriage had been one of convenience, his mother's new industrial wealth for his father's prestigious name.

Angelus had been the father of his demon life.  He had been the One for the first eighteen years.  Had it been only eighteen years?  It seemed like a lifetime.  My very short golden age.

"But I will.  She is the closest thing I have to our kind.  I miss having family.  And, I think we could both benefit from settling our differences."

"Whatever."  Spike was beginning to feel a growing uneasiness under Angel's even stare and the synchronicity of their thoughts.  His soulful eyes were clear of the crazed glitter they had been suffused with when he had joined them after losing his oh-so-precious soul back in Sunnydale.  The eyes before him were so different from that hateful wanker his Sire had become.  But, he longed for the Angelus of old.  The one who often threatened to stake him when he endangered the fold, but wouldn't.  The one who had proudly patted his shoulder after his first artful kill.  The one who showed him the ways two males could find pleasure.  He abruptly stopped that line of thinking when he felt his body respond.

"What are you thinking?" Angel's face was expressionless when Spike dared to glance at him.

"None of your bloody business."  This replica of his Angelus was really beginning to unnerve him.  He had to be more careful with his thoughts, this 'vampire' before him had Angelus's memory and perception.  His scent and his blood.  He hadn't spent much time with Angel, they had been on the opposite sides of the fence.  The times they had been in each other's company were usually ended with the dark-haired vampire bound and being tortured.  Spike looked down at the hands that held the crystal glass with its amber fluid.  Neither time had it been at his hands.  Of course, you had been the one who had captured him both times.  But Spike could never bring himself to actually torture his Grand-sire.  The reason he had stayed through the process was not to lose face with Dru; and then the second time because of the deep anger and hatred the second coming of Angelus had wrought.

He focussed on his drink to avoid the intent, observing eyes across the table from him.  What can he expect from me?  He must know I can never forgive him for Dru.  He knew he was confusing the two, Angelus and Angel.  But he had put a good amount of time into trying to forget the very sight of him and keeping the bottled emotional baggage he had for his Sire deep down inside.

To Spike's dismay Angel seemed to have read his mind.  "I don't expect forgiveness from you.  I'm responsible for all that Angelus has done." Angel removed his oppressive gaze to look at his own hands. "I am sorry about Dru and all the events that lead to your Siring.  And I am sorry about many of the things that happened later."

"Spare me your apologies, Peaches.  My turning was the best thing that ever happened to me.  And I will never forgive you for Dru.  My life became a living hell after she left me."  Damn him.  How does he do this to me?  Just like Angelus.  Spike unclenched his fingers.  He didn't want to tell him that he was happy with Titia, because all the unhappiness he had experienced between losing Dru, his unfortunate obsession with the Slayer, and this sodding chip. These things he could never forgive.  But his Mate certainly tried her best to make him forget.

"You're not happy with Titia?" Angelus dark eyes bored into him again.

"Of course, I'm happy with Titia.  I Claimed her, didn't I."  He grabbed his smokes and lit one up.  He was beginning to feel that the glossy mag was the better idea.  He was beginning not to care if this body before him contained his Sire's demon and kindred blood.

"And that had nothing to do with the wealth and position you now have?" Angel's position and expression hadn't changed.

Spike was out of his seat. "You dare question me. You gave up that right when you left us, Angelus."

A flicker of gold went through his Sire's eyes. Angel's reply came out thick and tinged with Irish. "I could not have stayed Spike.  Even if Darla had not brought home that baby our last night together.  I could not have stayed a party to your killing.  Darla would have eventually taken me out of the world the way she put me into it."

"I don't want to talk about this any more!  It's done!"  Spike headed for the door.  All the unspent energy of the night and the old familiar agitation Angel raised in him was too overwhelming.  Why do you let him get to you?  He's not your Sire, not any more.  Some how the last few years had left him open and raw.  Lost.  But you have a purpose now, a place and a home.  You are no longer adrift.  Don't let him get to you.  Titia is your family now.  His unneeded breath seemed loud as he turned from this last bastion of his old life.  The last tie to his birth.  It was time to hit the streets before he started to break Titia's precious antiques over the old poof's head.

"William."  The Irish lilt was stronger breaking through into the pent up anger and frustrated longing Spike had so long suppressed.  Stupid bloody pillock.  He leapt twisting in mid air his hands slashing the air where Angel had sat.  He rolled off the chair and attacked again, this time his fist made contact.  Angel kept his feet as he dealt Spike a back-handed blow that sent him back into the chair.  The younger barely touched ground when he made another snarling attack.  His lunge sent him into Angel's chest tumbling them into a small lacquer table and the heavy drapes by a window.

There wasn't enough room for the two large predators to battle.  Spike grabbed a splintered wooden leg as Angel threw him off, sending him against the arm of the couch.  The smaller vampire growled out his challenge again as he raised the sharp edge of the table leg to strike.  The dark vampire dodged, grabbing the blond's striking hand and they fell grappling to the floor.

Spike laughed, gasping up in to his Sire's face.  His hands struggling to dislodge the larger vampire.  "Come on Angelus.  I know you can do better than that.  You were fiercer when all you wanted to do was shag me."  The taunt dried on his lips, as Angel's grim mouth captured his own.  The blond was so stunned by the sensation he dropped the stake, his hands losing their purchase on Angel's arms.  The full weight of his Sire's hard chest pressed him flat and pinning his hands against the polished hardwood floor.  The dark-haired vampire gave an impassioned gasp before he leapt off him, a look of self-surprise on his face.

Spike sat up to sniff the air.  He licked his lips; the smell and taste of Angel brought back vividly a score of tantalising memories.  Despite his bleak look Angel didn't move when he saw Spike's new attack.  He didn't stifle the sounds of his desire when Spike's tongue slipped between his parted lips.  His Sire's moan was enough to wipe away all reserve.  He felt his teeth elongate as his demon responded to Angelus's taste.  His teeth cut fine lacerations in the lips below him; the small weeping drops of his Sire's blood were maddening.  They taste seeping in to fill a hole he only now sensed. More.  Spike ripped the buttons off Angel's shirt exposing the marble-white chest beneath.  He ran his fingers over it remembering every curve and hallow, the skin satin to the touch.  Strong arms reached up and crushed him flat against the bare chest. "Angelus."

Angel panted under Spike's amorous attack.  He was helpless under the flood of memories that surged through him and the deft hands of his Childe.  His scent was warm, familiar and aroused.  Angelus's will meshed slightly with his own.  The boy always was energetic.  And so responsive.  Remember the time in Vienna- "No!"  His hands pushed Spike away as he cut the thought off and subdued Angelus's cruel memories.  He scrambled back on all fours to put several feet between them.

Spike had felt so good, so familiar in his arms.  There were few things Angelus had liked to hold screaming in his arms more than William.  He had been a treasure and a decadence that he had indulged in rarely, so it always felt passionate and new.  He shouldn't delve into Angelus's lusts.  He shouldn't find pleasure, just guilt in this thing that was mostly his creation.  Bring him back to the fold.  Let us taste his sweet flesh again.  Angelus whispered.  "No."  Angel shook his head at Spike as he fought his internal battle.  The younger vampire once again looked angry but the musk of his arousal still mingled with Angel's own.

"What do you mean 'no,' mate?  You were saying 'yes' with every part of you body a second ago."  His white head bobbed as he sniffed the air, "you still are."  He vanished from his crouch, the force of his attack sliding Angel back against the drape covered wall below a window, sending another ornamental table and a vase crashing.  Black painted fingernails dug into his chest and hair, as Spike sat on the jean covered twitching betrayal of his mind's will.  The hand in his hair held his face to the younger vampire. "Look Peaches.  I don't want your sorrow nor your apologies, and I don't want to discuss the pain of the past.  I just want the two of us to go to a more comfortable room and shag like sailors."

Angel's body again betrayed him as Spike locked him in a brutal kiss.  He didn't like the his lack of control.  He couldn't fight it, he wanted William as much as Angelus did.  He wanted him back in the family even if the family would only mean the two of them.  He wanted to wash away the evil memories and replace them with only good.  He wanted this beautiful piece of the past.  This one being who could truly understand his situation as no other could.  Poor William was restrained even more torturously than Angel from living his true nature.

While his brain had wrestled with his angst-filled thoughts, his body was once again responding ardently to Spike's touch.  He pulled his mouth away with an unnecessary gasp. "This isn't right."

"Who cares?  We're demons, mate.  Let's go shag."  Spike grabbed Angel by the lapels of his leather car coat and hauled him to his feet, dragging him stumbling over the broken table and vase, around the back of the couch and out into the living room.  "I've got something to help alleviate sodding morals."  Spike's kiss once again drew a moan from Angel's throat flooding him with shame as his Childe took his hand and led him unresisting down the hall to the master bedroom.

The night with Darla and the last two weekends with Buffy had left Angelus close to the surface.  The demon's raging desires had enlivened his own.  The taste of passion and the lack punishment for it left him craving the intimate pleasures of old.  Angelus craved slithering feeling of the flesh of others against him.  He'd been having erotic dreams that left him panting.  As bad as when Darla was making her night visits.  The carnal days of the satin soft flesh of Darla and Drusilla, their needs and wants leaving him exhausted and sated.  The passionate memories of William's hard white body, taut and writhing beneath him.  The hot imaginative longings of Buffy's and Titia's hot silken bodies surrounding him in a sea of blonde and red hair.  Angel licked his lips, his mouth suddenly dry.

Liam had been a carnal and sinful creature long before he met his death.  The demon had enhanced these predilections tenfold and had given him levels of carnality that had become a weakness in Angelus and his undoing, twice.  This new dabbling into the bubbling cauldron of licentiousness that Angel had suppressed in his nature for so long was spilling forth leaving him filled with restless longing and pacing of the floor in search of release.

Despite the knowledge that it was wrong to dip further in, he knew deep inside this was the reaction he had hoped to receive from William.  He wanted this creature to take away the decision to alleviate the guilt that he had started this.

His thoughts were cut off as he was tossed onto the plum silk coverlet of the large walnut bed.  The wooden canopy cascaded ostentatiously with cream organza that glowed against the dark walls.  He watched as Spike dug into the drawer of bedside table to pull out a tube and small brown bottle.  The blond crawled up to straddle him and pulled the shirt from his body.  Picking up the bottle, Spike unscrewed the eyedropper cover and dropped a few squirts onto his hand before returning it to the table.  Angel felt his nose tingle as the scent of anise came to him.  "Here you go.  I wish we knew about this stuff in the old days."  Spike said as his cool hands rubbed the tincture into Angel's chest and neck.  A warm rush passed through him making his senses buzz.

William is so beautiful.  Angel smiled as the chiselled features above him swam slightly then appeared in perfect clarity.  His passed his hand down the hard chest.  He grabbed a fist full of t-shirt to bring the beautiful memory closer. "I missed you, m'boy."

Spike laughed out as he fell easily to Angel's bare chest. "I missed you too, Angelus."

The dark-haired vampire pulled the t-shirt from his Childe's so their cool skin could meet.  His would-be lover was already tugging roughly on his pants and quickly had them both naked against the purple silk.  Spike's cool lips captured his own roughly plying his mouth with his tongue.  He felt great.  He growled happily tossing the boy on his back.  Laughing he held the energetic lad down as he licked along his white-corded neck.  "Umm," Angelus bit down with his blunt teeth then sucked at the skin that tasted so familiar and sweet, as the body under him gasped and arched up. "So good." He rubbed his engorged cock against the taut stomach below him.

Strong hands dug into his hair as he licked his way down the lean chest, the fresh herby liquorish taste of tarragon and his Childe's musk was intoxicating.  Angelus paused to nip at the flared ridge of William's twitching cock. "Hold still boy."

"I can't Angelus.  It's- it's too much.  Ah, fuck."  He never could hold still.

The elder placed a heavy hand on the writhing hips as sucked in the tasty member.  Angelus listened to the muttered curses sprinkle with his name as his nose repeatedly met the coarse gold-brown hairs of his lover's groin.

"Ah.  Angelus.  I'm gonna-"  William went completely rigid and dark-haired vampire pumped him harder as his Childe began to shake under him.  Angelus savoured the hot familiar memories the taste of William's cold fluids swept through him.  The simple-minded taste of freedom and amoralistic passion, unhampered by the worries of the world or day-to-day problems of existence.  Life was so easy when you just took what you wanted from it, never considering the consequences because there was none.  He planned on savouring all the sensations this offspring of his blood could offer.

He pulled away from the panting form. " Over."  His voice was gentle and thickly accented with Irish.  The blond eagerly flipped to his stomach.  Angelus squeezed the pert cheeks before him.  He grabbed the tube from the bedside table and squeezed out a length of lubricant.  He slicked himself down then played the clear gel around the pale pink ring of his lover's anus, pressed his finger in, eliciting a shuddering moan from beautiful white being below him. "Who else has been here, lad?" Angelus asked possessively as he kissed along his Childe's lower back.

Spike remembered with a shudder the games of dominance that Angelus had loved.  His Sire had always needed William to feel the full weight of his possession.  Angelus needed to be the only lover who had touched him in this way. "Oh, gods."  He squirmed under his Sire passionate kisses, "No-one Angelus. No-one would dare."  The blond head collapsed back against the bed.

The Sire rubbed his weeping erection between the slick cheeks, while his hands massaged the hard spheres.  "Up!"  William quickly climbed to his hands and knees, panting needlessly.  Angelus pressed forward firmly into the tight nearly virginal passage of his Childe. "Oh. St. Bridget's sweet tits, you feel good boy."

William pressed back against him. "Oh fuck. Yes."

Angelus worked slowly, building gradually to a ball slapping pace.  He was afraid it would be short.  The purely erotic sight of William's eager body pumping back against him and the animal grunts of his pleasure were so tasty.  Spike's submission to him was so complete once he was bare on the bed.  He felt his balls tighten at the overwhelming visual and tactile stimulation, so he slowed his pace, savouring this strange yet familiar experience.

He grabbed the tube again and spread the gooey substance liberally into his hand.  Tossing the tube, he reached under the boy and locked onto the blond's hard shaft before once again building to a galloping pace. "Come on, boy."

"O, god. Angelus.  You are . . . Oh fuck."  William bucked beneath him as cold cum spurted thickly into Angelus's pumping fist.  His clenching passage finally wrung his Sire's self-control from him.  Snarling, Angel forced the blond to the bed grabbing his shoulders to arch him back to his mouth.  His teeth dug deeply into his Childe's neck as his body shook with his last shuddering thrusts.  He growled as the sweet familiar blood passed over his tongue and the weakening feeling of love and pleasure flowed through him.  He lapped at the muscled neck as he let them collapse down against the bed, trapping Spike smaller frame beneath him.

There was no introspection just a giddy feeling, like adrenalin coursing though him. "You are magnificent, William."  He ran his hands through the soft unnaturally blond hair.

"Thank you, Sire," panted the beautiful demon.

Angelus wrapped his arms around the prostrate body below him.  He still quaked with energy and need for the full experience the reunion could give, but some distant part of him knew he should savour the moment.  It might not happen again soon, that this fierce dark Childe would give himself so freely and eagerly.  "So beautiful."  He nestled his head between his lover's shoulder blades as he heard the chest below him slowly break into a low rumble.  Even when they had been regular if not often lovers, Angelus had not often heard that sound of contentment from William.  He could only wondered at it.

He rolled them carefully to their sides as to not lose the intimate contact.  He languidly stroked the lean chest and his partner's softened member. "Are you ready for more?" He asked as he kissed the spine and neck before him.  He slipped his already stiffening cock from the Childe's tight passage.  And turned to his other side to present his back to his lover.

William didn't immediately turn over.  Angel understood the hesitation.  Their coupling had been rare enough and his own willingness to part his ass for the boy had been significantly rarer.  It was a submissive and trusting act that only happened when their passions had been at their most reckless.  Angelus was a different creature now, one that had been lonely and deprived for too long.  He wanted sating by all possible methods.

Soon slick fingers were massaging the pucker between the cheeks of his ass, and then slim fingers teased firmly in.  It was strange and tantalizing sensation.  His cock twitched in anticipation.  A larger and smoother appendage pressed gently into him.  He groaned freely as unused muscles were stretched for the first time in over a century.  William was unrelenting in his thrusts, each one going a little deeper in. "You're so fucking tight," Spike gasped.

"Aye.  It's been, ah, so long." Angelus grunted his reply.  Strong fingers dug into his hips as William began to thrust wildly.  Then a pause as his lover held completely still.  Angelus could picture the fine features screwed up in an attempt at control.  He could hear the impassioned panting, then a slim hand reached around to wrap his cock in punishing grip.  The slapping thrusts started again, the sensation amazingly fulfilling, as this wonderful creature of his own moulding plunged in and out of him.  He growled with pleasure and started to actively match his partner's pace.  His eager participation must have been too much for his Childe.

"Oh, damn,"  William's pace changed to short deep thrusts as his cold fluid pounded deeply in his Sire's passage.  He paused only momentarily before grabbing his Sire's still engorged cock and tugging it mercilessly.  Angelus had to give way to the torturous pleasure, coming with a grunt as William slipped free of him to sink his teeth deeply into his Sire's neck renewing the circuit of blood so long neglected.  Angelus felt the tingle of his Childe's presence grow in his awareness.  All was right.  He was back in the fold.

Angel pushed through the haze of vampnip and passion to allow tears of joy to escape his eyes.  He pulled away from William's lapping tongue to turn in his arms and pull the face of his lover and kin to his lips.

"None of that, mate." Spike pulled away to lick the tears from Angel's eyes.

"It's wonderful to be here again." Angel pulled the cool lips to him, his hands again stroking the soft tousled hair.

Spike withdrew to sit up.  "Don't get all mushy on me, Peaches."  The words were harsh but their delivery was belied by the softening of his Childe's chiselled features. "Here." He turned from him to take up the little brown bottle.

"What is that? It smells familiar, but I can't place it." Angel sat up to get a better look.

"It's vampnip.  Tarragon.  Titia discovered it, or this Dr Hum did.  He makes it up for her.  She probably used on you when she rescued you."  He took out the dropper and applied some to his and his Sire's necks. "Makes us all happy."

Angel licked his lips around his sharp teeth.  He could almost let his tongue loll in panting happiness as he sniffed along Spike's neck.  He rumbled merrily giving his lover a silly grin.

The door opened and Angel turned to see Titia's wide-eyed stare through a mellow haze.  He sniffed her spicy scent.  He could almost taste her from here.

"Come on, love.  Join us."  He heard Spike say, but Titia retreated, a dazed and horrified look on her face.

Angel looked at Spike, dull worry surfacing slightly through the warm glow.

"Don't worry, mate.  Titia won't let something like this keep her down for long.  I'll make sure she's right as rain by tonight." Spike reached forward and kissed his Sire. "One more for the road."

Angel growled his approval allowing Angelus to mesh once again.  There was still something of his boy left.
 
 

Angel shook off the vampnip haze as he gathered his clothes.  His body told him there was only an hour before sunrise.  He pulled on his pants and looked at Spike sitting cross-legged against the headboard. "We still have to talk.  Maybe more now than ever."

"There's nothing to discuss, Angel.  Let bygones be bygones.  We've changed.  More than I want to believe.  Hell, more than I believed we could."  His Childe looked up to meet his eyes. "We were subverted, mate.  The Power's have captured us as surely as evil once did.  They bound me to Titia tighter than you're bound to your soul and They have made us want our bondage.  I don't think I could live without it.  Now I'm just as much a nancy-boy as you.  Next thing you know I be sticking my hair all up in the same pouncy do. "  The blond looked down at his hands.

Angel stifled a smile as he looked down at the bent spiky blond head.  The Sire couldn't think of anything to say to his Childe's open honesty. "Do you know when you're leaving?"

Spike shook his head. "No.  Not until Titia gets everything under control here.  The bloody board keeps holding things up."  The younger vampire looked back up, "you're not going to wait until then to come back?"

Angel pulled on his shirt and boots. "I'll be back as soon as I can." He paused as he gathered his coat. "You really think Titia will understand this?"

"She's been working with vampire's for thirty years.  Hell, she's nearly a vamp herself.  She will understand.  I even wager she will join us."