This chart is a prompt for my Spangel pairing for the LJ community Smut_69.  As stories are written, links will become available.  (They'll be in no particular order, nor will they be confined to any particular season/story/etc.)  Think of this as being 69 Spangel stories that will range in length from 100-word drabbles to small fics. (Oh, the possibilities...)

Prompt #66: Wrong

Title: Dark Days Fade Away
Summary: Based on cannon events of BtVS, “Lies My Parents Told Me” in New York, 1977, and going extremely A/U.

Wrong. 

It was wrong for him to be there. 

Wrong for him to actually cheer the platinum blond vampire as he tested the latest Slayer’s mettle. 

Angel knew, though.  Knew that this Slayer, with her badass attitude so similar to William’s, would draw his boy out.  Provide him with a glimpse of the only one in his family he’d regretted giving up.  

The others had faded over time.  His first childe, Penn, molded in his very image – too much so to step outside Angelus’ shadow.  Drusilla, his next conquest, already teetering on the edge with her whimsical visions, driven mad by his personal brand of torture; her demented ravings, when not proving useful, grating on Angelus’ nerves.  Then there was Lawson, the one he’d turned after having gained his soul.  Angel had not seen trace of the vamp since he’d climbed up the ladder and disappeared through the submarine hatch – his last childe had heeded his warning. 

What was it about William that he couldn’t let go?  And him not even his own, but one of his childers’.  Angel remembered with longing the day Drusilla had brought him home.  Virginal in so many ways, but his eyes gleaming with a zest for unlife.  He remembered the bout of ennui that had Angelus in a rut and eager for a change.  Then William had been brought into the fold, eagerly snatching up the gauntlet that had been figuratively smacked across each cheek by him.  Angel couldn’t help but smirk as he stood there in the shadows, remembering how William had grasped it with every intention of ramming it up his ass.  Angelus had loved every minute of the boy’s defiance, and in the years that followed, he’d never disappointed.  Was always eager for the next challenge, the next skill – and had evolved to teaching the teacher. 

Maybe that was what it was.  

William had never been Angelus’ puppet.  Even subjected to Angelus’ repeated domination, the younger vamp had played the perfect role of the submissive fledge.  But had viewed it as just that – a role.  No, his boy had believed himself to be an equal, though Angelus had over a century of unlife on him.  Something that had angered Angelus to no end, even while it brought about his grudging respect. 

His own sire didn’t hold sway over Angel’s emotions the way this vampire did.  

Hidden in his spot far enough away from the action so that William couldn’t sense his presence, Angel watched as the blond easily caught the stake thrown with deadly accuracy towards his heart.  How he taunted the Slayer before dropping the piece of wood to the rain-soaked ground and disappeared from sight. 

Angel didn’t bother to try and find William; he was long gone.  Better to keep tabs on the Slayer.  He shimmied down from his hiding place and fell into step some distance from the girl and her son. 

Prompt #34: Foreplay

Title: Dark Days Fade Away
Summary: Based on cannon events of BtVS, “Lies My Parents Told Me” in New York, 1977, and going extremely A/U.

Angel stepped into the subway car just as Spike shrugged into the dead Slayer’s leather duster.  He wasn’t surprised to see that the blond vamp had won this latest contest.  His William had a knack when it came to Slayers.  A willingness to seek out the Chosen One that eventually unnerved them, made them careless. 

Then Spike was there, ready to swoop in and claim his victory. 

“What are you doing here, Angelus?” Spike asked from his kneeling position, eyeing his sire warily.  He’d not seen him for almost a hundred years, but his scent was unmistakable even to this day.  He’d known the other vamp had been about.  Had felt him for a brief moment the first time he’d confronted the Slayer.  At least he thought he had.  It wasn’t until he’d heard the slight thunk on the roof of the subway car he and the Slayer had been battling in –which had almost caused him to be dusted because of his distraction – that he’d really known. 

“I…aren’t you gonna…” Angel gestured to the Slayer’s lifeless body. 

“Nah… Dru’s not here to benefit, and I don’t fancy walkin’ around with a hard-on tryin’ to find some place to stick it.” 

Angel took a few hesitant steps closer to Spike, ignoring his soul’s wailings not to touch her.  To leave the girl be.  That what he was thinking about doing was twisted and sick. 

He blocked it out. 

Blocked it all out. 

Just this once he was going to have what he wanted.  What he’d been missing for damn near a century.  Besides, the girl was dead – another already being called to take her place. 

His confidence grew with every step he took, at the expression on the younger vamp’s face as he neared.  In a matter of seconds, he was standing by the dead Slayer’s head, and he knelt down, putting him on eye level with Spike. 

“Share a meal with your sire?” Angel asked, emotion making his voice gruff and heavily accented. 

“Oh, fuck yeah!” 

Spike grinned, nostrils flaring at the scent of his sire’s arousal; his face morphed into that of his demon, and he grabbed the front of the Slayer’s shirt and lifted her up between them. 

In a move choreographed almost a century ago, both vampires leaned to the right and sunk their fangs into either side of the dead Slayer’s neck.  Twin growls sounded in the tiny cabin, reverberating off the steel walls and rebounded back to them.  They drank greedily.  Wanting to dispense with the body so that they could taste the blood on the other’s lips.  Knowing it would be sweeter. 

Angel was the first to lift his head, allowing the younger vamp more of the Slayer’s blood.  It was his kill, after all.  His right. 

And there was just something about the way his Will fed that struck a cord.  The almost blissful look on his face with every swallow he took. 

It was the same look William wore when he came. 

Spike opened his eyes to see Angelus staring down at him.  Dark chestnut eyes blazing with lust.  And need. 

He took one last pull of the Slayer’s blood and tore his mouth away.  His face was awash with blood, the crimson substance covering his lips and chin and even one cheek; he’d been deliberately messy, hoping his sire would take delight in licking up the stray drops. 

A second later, he was tackled to his back and Spike chuckled for a moment before it turned into a groan as the larger vamp situated himself on top of him, grinding his erect cock into Spike’s equally hard length.  He felt his sire’s tongue lap at his face, his movements unhurried.  Careful to get every single drop – he was meticulous like that.  When Angelus finally finished cleaning his face and moved towards his lips, Spike eagerly opened them, allowing the elder’s tongue to delve inside.  At the first thrust, Spike curled his tongue beneath the underside of Angel’s and sucked it deeper into his mouth. 

He secretly grinned upon hearing his sire’s groan of delight.  Angelus may have been the most inventive when it came to sex, but there were things Spike did with his tongue that could still bring the elder vamp to his knees. 

And he employed every single one of those tricks now. 

Prompt #47: Top

Title: Dark Days Fade Away
Summary: Based on cannon events of BtVS, “Lies My Parents Told Me” in New York, 1977, and going extremely A/U.

Spike wasn’t sure how they made it back to his apartment.  He knew it involved a lot of groping and kissing along the way.  And a very close call with them nearly giving in to their bodies’ demands right there in front of anybody that might happen by at two o’clock in the morning. 

It was only Angelus’, “don’t want our first time t’ be up against a wall where anybody might see.  I want you in bed.  Wanna savor…” that prodded him onward.

Spike had kissed him then, leaving the elder vamp mimicking his own pants of breathlessness.  When he’d been ready to say to hell with it and let Angelus take him right there, Spike managed to tear his lips away.  Then he’d grabbed the other’s hand and dragged him the two remaining blocks to his place. 

They fell in through the open door, barely remembering to shut it as they struggled to remove clothing and navigate their way to Spike’s bedroom.  Once there, Spike managed to free himself long enough to yank one boot off and then the other, smirking as his sire took the opportunity to toe his own shoes off.  He also was able to get the rest of his shirt yanked free of his jeans and quickly discarded, leaving his pale chest gleaming in the fairly darkened room.  His hand was on his belt buckle when Angelus returned to him and batted his hands away, seeing to the matter himself. 

His eyes widened when the elder vamp easily sank to his knees in front of him. 

‘Surely he isn’t going to…’ 

“Bloody hell,” Spike croaked out, his hands finding purchase in his sire’s hair and holding on tight.  His eyes rolled up and his jaw clenched as Angelus took all of him into his mouth.  His knees nearly buckling when his sire’s tongue teased the tiny veins on the underside of his cock.  “Fuck!  Angelus!” 

If he didn’t stop soon, there was no way Spike would be able to stop from shooting his load into his sire’s mouth.  He bit his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood and nearly whimpered when the suction to his cock ceased abruptly.  His eyes opened to stare dazedly down at the vampire on his knees. 

“Lift your leg,” Angel commanded, eyes glued to the trail of blood dribbling down his childe’s chin.  Spike did as he asked, and Angel pulled one pant leg off.  “Now the other.” 

Once the jeans slid free, Angel tossed them carelessly behind him and surged to his feet, sweeping the younger vamp up in his arms and carrying him the few short steps to the bed.  They fell upon it together, Angel lying on top Spike and grinding his dick against his childe’s.  The friction felt good.  Better than anything he’d felt in a hundred years.  Yet it wasn’t enough.  He needed to be inside his childe.  Feeling the walls of his ass clamp around his cock.  Needed to taste the blood that for so long had been denied him. 

“Will…” 

Spike opened his eyes and focused on his sire.  He could see the barely leashed control in the elder’s posture.  Knew that he wasn’t going to last long this first time. 

He pushed Angelus away, rolled over and climbed on all fours, giving his ass an inviting twitch.  

Angel didn’t have to be told twice, and moved between Spike’s parted thighs.  He licked his fingers then started working them into his childe’s ass, carefully stretching the tight sphincter wider.   

“Bloody hell, Angelus.  Tonight would be nice.” 

“Insolent childe,” Angel muttered under his breath, fingers still working to prepare Spike for his invasion. 

“It’s what you love about me,” Spike snarked back.  “But, hello.  Vampire here.  Can handle a little paaaaa….”  

Spike hissed in a breath as Angel buried himself deep.  The burning sensation as he was stretched not something he’d felt in a good long while.  “Oh fuck!” 

“Thought that’s what you wanted,” Angel growled, pulling out and slamming back into Spike’s tight hole.  “A little pain…” 

“More.  Gimme more.” 

Angel draped himself over the smaller vamp and gave Spike what he wanted.  As he fucked Spike’s ass, his eyes were drawn to the faded marks on the blond’s neck.  He stared at them, jealous of the vampire that had given them.  That she’d been the one to bring his William over and would always have some claim on his boy. 

His boy!  His William. 

He struck blindly, fangs sinking deep into the pale neck, trying to obliterate the former marks – even while he knew that he couldn’t.  That his own would fade and hers would remain. 

“Angelus!” 

Spike came without warning, undone by the bite from his sire, his sire’s possessive growl as he drew Spike’s blood into his mouth, and he coated the sheets beneath him with his spendings.  

Angel’s eyes nearly crossed at the taste of his childe’s blood, laced as it was with the Slayer’s sweet elixir.  It was enough to send him over the edge, though in truth, he was surprised that he’d managed to last this long their first time together.  Burying his cock deep one last time, Angel let go, tearing his mouth from the younger vamp’s throat and roaring Will’s name as he came in long, powerful burst that sapped his strength and left him with a happy, sated grin on his face.  

He managed to slide free of Spike’s abused passage before they both collapsed onto the rumpled sheets.  The soft rumbling in his chest wasn’t surprising given how truly happy he was at being reunited with his childe.  He draped himself over the smaller vamp, pulling him close.  Already his cock was filling with blood, nudging Spike’s thigh. 

“Gimme a minute,” Spike chuckled, relaxing in the other’s embrace.  He was lying on his stomach, right in the middle of his come, and he didn’t care.  For whatever reason, the sire he’d been unable to completely forget was back.  Had just buggered the hell out of him, and didn’t seem in any hurry to leave. 

Unlife didn’t get any better than this.

Prompt #33: Cuddle

Title: Dark Days Fade Away
Summary: Based on cannon events of BtVS, “Lies My Parents Told Me” in New York, 1977, and going extremely A/U.

‘I missed this,’ Spike thought, before chiding himself for such a foolish emotion.  He refused to dwell on the sire that had abruptly left him – his true sire.  The one that had molded him, taught him how to be a real vampire.  Drusilla had the insight to turn him, knowing what he would become; she just didn’t have the mental capability to see her vision realized. 

That’s where Angelus had come in. 

Spike had sharpened his fangs at the male vamp’s side.  Learned the art of the hunt.  How to take what you wanted with no thought for the consequences.  How to seduce your prey and make them beg for your touch.  Timing your bite to coincide with the brink of their orgasm, so that whatever hole you were buried inside at the time milked your own release – hearing their screams of pleasure even while the blood slowly drained from their body.   

Then, he’d taught Spike other things.  Things William never would have entertained, let alone, even known about.  He’d been innocent that way. 

Surprisingly, Angelus had been gentle that night – his first time.  He’d kicked the girls out, both Darla and Drusilla sporting Cheshire cat grins as they paraded out the door because they know his fate.  Spike had had the final laugh though, because once they were gone…  

He’d nearly wept with the tenderness of his sire’s touch. 

No one had ever looked at him like that.  Eyes so bright, they nearly burned with their lust.  He remembered swallowing reflexively as Angelus had slowly moved towards him after the door had closed.  Remembered being embarrassed at the cock that strained against his breeches. 

“My sweet Will,” the husky brogue had made his knees weak.  Though he’d taken the moniker, Spike – and earned every bit of it – he never got tired of his sire calling him by his true name.   

Angelus had kissed him then, shocking him enough to open his mouth.  Just the thing his sire had been waiting for.  His tongue had slipped inside his mouth.  Masterful.  Possessive.  Spike’s legs had given way then, and it was only his sire’s hands that kept him standing, his own hanging useless at his side, his body reacting to the onslaught.  For a minute, he hadn’t moved, just allowed his sire to taste him.  But, as his body had begun to thrum with desire, he couldn’t hold back.  His arms had lifted of their own accord and fisted in his sire’s hair.   

Spike had always been an apt pupil, even as a human.  Maybe it was that eager-to-please attitude that enabled him to learn quickly.  But, he’d certainly used it to his advantage.   

His tongue had become an active participant in the kiss, twining with his sire’s, learning its textures.  He’d wanted more and boldly traced his tongue along the elder’s teeth.  Thrilling at the groan of pleasure Angelus had made.  Like his sire had done with him, Spike had tasted the other, committed the contours of his mouth to memory. 

They’d broken apart, panting, long minutes later.  Angelus had muttered something about a bed, and they’d managed to tumble into the elder’s room, groping each other as their lips fused back together. 

“Want t’ taste all of ye,” Angelus had muttered, his lips leaving Spike’s to snake a path to his ear.  He’d been shoved back onto the mattress, remembered his nose crinkling in distaste as the scent of Darla had flooded his nostrils.  He’d looked up at his sire, about to protest, but one look at Angelus’ demon quickly cowed him – while secretly thrilling him.  He loved making the methodical vamp lose control, and Spike knew he’d done just that.   

Angelus had always been very particular about staying in his human guise unless feeding. 

When his sire had finally slid into his ass, Spike had thought he’d died and gone to heaven.  Strange thought for a demon, but true.  The first brush of his sire’s dick against, what he’d later found out was his prostrate, caused him to see stars, and Angelus to grin knowingly. 

He’d come quickly.  Embarrassingly so.  Spurting copious amounts of creamy fluid onto his pale stomach. 

Not unlike a few moments ago. 

But he hadn’t care.  His sire hadn’t faired much better.  The rest of the night had been spent with Angelus as the teacher, Spike his willing student.  By the time the sun had started to rise, both had been bruised and bloodied.  Their entwined bodies too sated to move, upon the vampiress’ return.  Though, Spike had managed enough energy to smirk at Angelus’ sire. 

Her narrowed eyes had promised retribution, but Spike had just snuggled closer to Angelus and closed his eyes.  Lulled to sleep by the dawn of a new day, and his sire’s rumbling chest. 

He’d definitely paid for that.  But it had been worth it, knowing how delighted Angelus had been with him.   

Spike rolled over and took in the lax features of his sire, his eyes alight with happiness.  A look reserved for when it was just the two of them together.  When Angelus wasn’t forced to maintain a certain distance, lest the girls got wind of their…whatever it was they had.  Spike would have said love, but then, he was different from the others.  He didn’t have a problem expressing his feelings, whether it be love or hate.  He knew he was the better vamp for it.  That it gave him a passion for unlife, rather than the stoic existence many vampires led. 

“Round two?” Spike murmured, his cock rubbing enticingly against the other’s bare hip. 

Angel chuckled and opened his mouth to speak.  Suddenly, he jack-knifed to a sitting position, displacing Spike from his side. 

“Will,” he croaked, falling out of the bed at the burning sensation in his chest.  The pain causing him to double over in agony. 

“Angelus,” Spike roared and clamored out of bed.  He managed to get his sire turned over and into his lap.  “Angelus, what is it?  What’s wrong?”  Fear made his voice crack, but he didn’t care.  He’d just got his sire back in his life, and wasn’t ready to lose him just yet. 

“Will,” Angel whispered, managing to trail a finger down his grandchilde’s pronounced cheek before it fell away as his body went rigid. 

Spike watched helplessly while his sire’s chest and eyes glowed bright, crying out his denial.  He tried to hold Angelus close as best he could, praying all the while for the torture to end. 

As suddenly as it began, it was over and Spike felt Angelus slump against him.  He managed to rise awkwardly to his feet, cradling the elder vampire close and returning to the bed.  Lowering him to the mattress before climbing in beside his sire.  He drew the covers over both of them, then pulled the unresponsive vampire close, practically draping Angelus over his body.  His fingers stroked his sire’s back, willing him to wake up. 

‘Please, sire.  Don’t leave me again.’ 

Prompt #38: Fingers

Title: Dark Days Fade Away
Summary: Based on cannon events of BtVS, “Lies My Parents Told Me” in New York, 1977, and going extremely A/U.

Angelus woke to the glide of cool fingers running down his bare back and the plaintive whine of the lithe body holding him close.  He’d know those fingers anywhere.  Had often imagined them when he’d been wallowing in the gutters, sustaining his need for blood by living off of rats and other vermin, the weight of his soul heavy in his chest. Those imagined fingers had given him a brief respite from his circumstances…and left him yearning for something he could never have again.   

Only now he could.   

He’d been granted release from his conscience, and it was all thanks to his boy.  His sweet William.  His lips twisted into an evil smirk, and he laughed outright. 

The reaction from the younger vamp was instantaneous.  A strong grip on either arm levered him away so that Angelus was staring down at deep blue eyes shining bright with emotion. 

“Sire?” Spike whispered. “Is it...”

“Leave it t’ you t’ fuck the soul right outta me, Willie m’ boy,” Angelus laughed.  “And I mean t’ be thankin’ ya properly for that.” 

Angelus slithered down his childe’s body until his face was level with the rapidly filling cock bobbing against his boy's pale stomach.  His hand reached to wrap around it, giving it a good squeeze and producing an answering hiss from Spike. 

“Bloody hell… sire…” Spike whined, nearly relinquishing his control at the touch of the elder vamp. 

“Now, now, now… just lie back like a good lad,” he murmured, continuing to draw his fist up and down the burgeoning length still swelling in his tight grip. 

“Don’t move,” was all the warning Spike got before Angelus leaned over and took him in his mouth. 

“Fuck!”  His fingers tightened in the bed sheets, demon features rippling over his face, Spike determined to do as his sire had commanded.  It was a rare occurrence that he was privy to such special treatment from his sire – usually on the heels of completing a particularly complex challenge given him by the elder, one that Angelus had thought impossible to achieve.   

And even then Spike could have counted on one hand the number of times it had occurred.  

It hadn’t been until that time right after Spike had killed his first Slayer that Angelus had sucked him off without any provocation – freely giving to Spike that which he’d always longed for.  Only to discover later from a sneering Darla how Angelus had been possessed of his soul at the time.   

He still remembered the extra caresses, the special care paid specifically to him after the girls had gone to sleep following their nightly orgy; learning after he’d been gone that it was the elder vampire’s way of saying goodbye. 

He’d hardened after that.  After Angelus had left.  And not even Drusilla or Darla, with their expert wiles and plaintive whines, could tempt him from the cold, emotionless lover he’d become.  William had effectively been buried beneath the harsh exterior of Spike, and he’d allowed none of the softer emotions he’d retained after his turning to show though. 

Now here he was, back in the arms of the sire that had deserted them, and Spike struggled to hold everything back.  His emotions.  His love.  Everything that had defined his existence up until his sire had left one night and never come back.

He couldn't make the same mistake again.

Couldn't allow himself to be hurt like he once was.

Better to be a willing fuck for his sire and nothing more.

He could do it... he’ had a century in which to practice.

Prompt # 63: Deep

Title: Dark Days Fade Away
Summary: Based on cannon events of BtVS, “Lies My Parents Told Me” in New York, 1977, and going extremely A/U.

Deep. 

So bloody deep he couldn’t think but for the mouth working his cock.  Sucking.  And licking.  Not to mention the… oh fuck yeah… swallowing. 

Slowly driving him out of his mind.  Threatening to destroy the control Spike had long since perfected after his sire’s abrupt departure. 

Spike willed away the urge to comb his fingers through dark brown hair, ramming his cock down the mouth sucking him so perfectly, while he held his sire’s head in an unyielding grip.   

As much as the thought egged his demon on, he didn’t succumb to it.  Because it was all about control.  Besides which, if he ever wanted a repeat performance from Angelus, driving himself into the elder’s mouth like he was a two-bit whore needed to be avoided at all costs.  Better for him to exert the mastery over his demon he’d developed over the years.  To finally display the restraint he’d never bothered to maintain for his sire in the past. 

Cold as ice.  He’d been called it often enough.  And, it was true.  Not that there were any complaints by those that frequented his bed; he was nothing if not a generous lover.  If a bit methodical in how he manipulated their bodies.  But they were just that… bodies.  Something that his demon craved in addition to the endless bloodshed and fighting.   

~*~ 

Angelus lifted his gaze to see the steely resolve on his childe’s face. 

‘Someone’s learned how to control himself in my absence,’ he thought, smirking slightly to himself. ‘Let’s see if I can make him lose it.’ 

Already he was plotting his boy’s punishment for when Spike finally caved. 

After another five minutes, Angelus had to rethink his strategy.  It made him wonder what, or who, had turned his exceedingly responsive and spontaneous childe into such a cold, calculated... unfeeling lover.  Depriving Angelus of the boy’s humanistic traits that kept him continually on his toes and fascinated by the lithe male – not sure whether to thrash the impudent pup for his insolence or give him what those haunting blue eyes secretly begged for. 

It came to him of a sudden, causing his demon to roar with outrage, something akin to shame  – perhaps even regret – settling like a wet cloak about his shoulders. 

He’d been the one to do this to him. 

Having been stripped of his sire, Spike could do nothing but adapt.  And by that he’d sealed himself off.  Unwilling to be subject to further heartbreak. 

Which probably explained why his boy was alone, rather than with his own sire.  

“Dru’s not here to benefit,” he’d said earlier; Angelus remembered that now.  Yet, there'd been a time when if he wasn’t being screwed into the mattress by him, Spike was buried between his dark childe’s creamy thighs.  That they were no longer together spoke volumes. 

Though secretly pleased at the muffled groan that came from his boy when he pulled his mouth away from the younger vamp’s swollen shaft, Angelus didn’t allow it to deter him from what he was about to do.  His own cock was hard and throbbing, and he hissed a breath as it slid along his childe’s swollen length when he settled his body over the smaller vampire. 

He sniffed at Drusilla’s mark then abruptly bit down, driving his fangs deep into Spike’s throat.  His possessive growl as he gulped down copious amounts of his childe’s blood was enough to send the younger vamp over the edge, spraying both their bellies with his release. 

Finally pleased with his boy’s abrupt loss of control, Angelus tore his mouth away to stare down at startled amber eyes. 

“Yer mine, Will, an’ I’ll no’ be leavin’ ya again.” 

With that, he sealed his lips to the other’s mouth and staked his claim.

Prompt # 51: Lips

Title: Dark Days Fade Away
Summary: Based on cannon events of BtVS, “Lies My Parents Told Me” in New York, 1977, and going extremely A/U.

His childe had the most perfect set of lips.  Whether it was sucking him off, kissing him with wild abandon… or even bestowing upon him that smirk of his – something which Angelus had yet to decide if he wanted to hit Spike for or kiss him when he saw it – Angelus was mesmerized by the sheer perfection of his mouth. 

“Open up,” Angelus commanded. 

A tilt at the corners, the barest hint of a smile, then he complied. 

Blindfolded, arms stretched to either side of the headboard and tied with silk scarves, Spike waited for his sire’s next move.  Oh, he knew the flimsy material wouldn’t hold him.  It wasn’t really designed to.  No… it was Spike that needed to exert control over his rampant emotions and not break free.  To pull his sire closer and fondle him while he sucked him off. 

Because if he could do it, stay like he was with nary a tear to the delicate material until Angelus had come, his reward would be worth it.

Already he was salivating at the boon he would ask. 

Wondering if Angel would allow it. 

A thick cock sliding into his mouth pulled him out of his reverie, forcing his attention back on the vampire kneeling in front of him – not that his mind was very far away from his sire to begin with. 

Spike hummed around Angelus’ length, silently thrilled at the other’s quick jerk, and the labored breathing Angelus had begun to help control his body’s instinctive response.  He exploited his sire’s weakness, his tongue attacking the veins on the underside of his cock, tracing the distended lines from base to tip. 

Another hum produced fingers in his hair, a grip bordering on painful. 

Spike reveled in it. 

He lifted his head off the pillow that supported his upper body against the headboard.  Swallowing Angelus’ cock until his nose was buried in his sire’s short and curlies.  

Again, a plaintive moan by his sire. 

Wouldn’t be long now. 

Spike knew, however, that once Angelus was back at his peak, his mentor wouldn’t be quite so susceptible to his manipulations – though, he had to admit, he did have a rather wicked tongue.   

Angelus was close, Spike could feel it.  He just needed a little oomph to send him over the edge.  He was bobbing his head furiously now, arms still spread eagle, not having broken his meager bonds. 

A hard suck on the way up, as if he could suck the cum right out of him. Nearly gloating at the wavering of his sire’s legs.   

As he swallowed Angelus’ cock for the final time, he let his fangs elongate slightly, just enough to pierce the flesh at the base. 

Angelus came with a howl of pain mixed with pleasure.  Fucking Spike’s mouth with vicious stabs until he was spent.  When he was wrung dry, he slipped free and fell back on his haunches, his eyes drawn to the smirk on his childe’s blindfolded face. 

Yeah, sometimes Angelus didn’t know if he really should hit him or kiss him. 

Maybe he’d take the next century or two to decide.

Prompt # 50: Heated

Title: Dark Days Fade Away
Summary: Based on cannon events of BtVS, “Lies My Parents Told Me” in New York, 1977, and going extremely A/U.

“Fuck!” Angelus gasped, eyes nearly crossing at the intense heat encasing his cock.  “What—?” 

Spike grinned up at his sire around a mouthful of cock, debating whether he should stop what he was doing to explain about the “lube” he’d picked up from a twenty-four hour adult store.  Sure, blood would work on the fly, but Spike had just gotten his sire back and didn’t plan on letting him out of his sight for a good long while… maybe never. 

Hell, Angelus had felt the same.  Had almost forbidden Spike to leave.  It had taken his promise not to be gone for more than an hour, and giving his sire a mind-numbing blowjob upon his return – which he was now performing with such gusto – that had let Spike slip from his tiny apartment to the store a few blocks up the street. 

Spike hollowed his cheeks and sucked hard, his tongue tracing along the veins on the underside of Angelus’ cock as he slowly withdrew… until only the head remained.  He opened his mouth and breathed out – knowing his breath would activate the chemical… whatever… that caused the oil to get hot. 

Angelus came unexpectedly, undone by the heat on his shaft, arching his hips off the mattress, fingers buried in his childe’s hair. 

Spike’s eyes widened in surprise, but his mouth quickly slid over his sire’s cock, swallowing down the milky fluid shooting from the tip.  He felt Angelus sink bonelessly back into the mattress, and he licked him clean then sat back on his heels, a Cheshire grin on his face.  

“That…” Spike told him, “…was warmin’ oil. It gets hot when you breathe on it… or when you rub it.” 

“Amazing…” Angelus breathed. 

“Yeah… well, you’ve been gone for a while…” 

“What…what else did you get?” 

Spike smirked knowingly.

Prompt # 24: "Toys"

Title: Dark Days Fade Away
Summary: Based on cannon events of BtVS, “Lies My Parents Told Me” in New York, 1977, and going extremely A/U.

Angelus warily eyed the small, black device Spike held in his hand. 

“Now… normally, I’d be the one wearin’ this thing.” Spike grinned, and Angelus leered.  “But… ‘s not just a cock ring.  And I’ll take it off…if… you know...” 

Angelus nodded, intrigued despite himself. 

Spike snagged the bottle of oil he’d used earlier from the table and knelt above his sire, straddling his legs.  He set the bottle down within easy reach for use later and closed his hand around Angelus’ cock.  He didn’t bother to stroke him to hardness before sliding the ring on, knowing the vibrating bullet would quickly take care of that slight “problem.” 

“Don’t you…?” Angelus gestured to his semi-erect length. 

“Trust me.” 

Spike settled the ring at the base of his sire’s cock then palmed the remote.  He figured he’d start out slow and use the lowest setting.  As it was, Angelus would probably go through the roof. 

“Ready?” 

Angelus nodded, and Spike fingered the button. 

“Fuck!” Angelus screamed, hips arcing off the bed. 

Spike grinned; he’d reduced his sire to single-syllable cuss words.  Though, he knew that once Angelus caught onto all the latest depraved things the twenty-first century had to offer, Spike would more than pay for it… deliciously so. 

He killed the vibrator and watched his mentor come out of the rafters, his cock hard and leaking drops of precum.  Spike couldn’t resist; he leaned down and licked the pearly drops, swirling them on his tongue before he swallowed the taste of his sire. 

“More?” Spike asked. 

Angelus nodded frantically, unable to speak. 

Spike hit the button again, taking it up another notch.  While at the same time reaching blindly for the lube.  He slathered a generous amount on his sire’s cock, then positioned himself over Angelus’ turgid length and slid home. 

It hadn’t been long since Angelus had been buried deep inside him, and the tight ring of Spike’s ass gave fairly easily.  Wouldn’t have mattered in any case; he’d never been averse to a bit of pain with his sex. 

He couldn’t prevent his own groan of pleasure at feeling the vibrating cock ring against his balls.  His eyes rolled up, and he sat there for a minute, unable to move… wanting to prolong the wicked torment. 

His sire brought him round, finally – bucking his hips and forcing Spike to move.  He sat up, pulling himself off his sire’s cock until the tip teased his opening… 

Nails dug into his hips drawing blood, forcing him back down. 

It was Spike that cursed this time, seeing stars as his sire’s cock brushed against his sensitive gland.  He began riding in earnest, bare flesh slapping to the accompaniment of grunts and moans… and Angelus’ occasional demand for more and harder. 

Spike happily complied. 

“Off,” Angelus gasped finally. 

Spike stared incredulous at his sire until he realized that he wanted the ring off, that he wanted – needed – to come. 

He pulled himself off, toitering on shaky knees as he pulled the vibrating device free, throwing it haphazardly over his shoulder.  His mind already on sheathing himself back on his sire’s length and riding him into oblivion. 

Angelus had other ideas, however, rolling Spike to his back and lifting his ass high in the air, bending his legs to either side – opening him wide to the other’s gaze. 

When he just knelt there, staring down at him, Spike couldn’t help but whimper. 

“Please, sire,” he begged.  “I need…” 

Spike sucked in a breath as Angelus slid home. 

That.   

Just that, was what he needed.  

Then Spike wasn’t thinking at all… just feeling.

Prompt # 62: Wet

Title: Dark Days Fade Away
Summary: Based on cannon events of BtVS, “Lies My Parents Told Me” in New York, 1977, and going extremely A/U.

In all the years they’d been together – before Angelus had been cursed with his soul – they’d never done this.  Never bathed together. 

Spike wasn’t sure if his sire had ever seen the modern convenience known as a shower.  Sure as hell didn’t smell like it – not that the scent of sewer and vermin put Spike off in the least.  But, Angelus had been reborn, and nothing said “new beginning” like the spray of hot water pelting one’s body, and some clean-smelling soap and shampoo. 

Maybe tomorrow night he’d see about getting his sire some decent clothes… and a haircut.  The overly long, greasy locks weren’t doing a thing for his handsome face. 

For now he just tugged at Angelus’ hand and drew him up out of bed and towards the bathroom.  Images of the two of them, entwined in each others arms, water cascading over their cool bodies, had his cock stirring to life – which was amazing given the fact that they’d been screwing like rabbits since they’d burst through his front door in the early hours of dawn… and it was now mid-afternoon.  By all rights they should be unconscious, sleeping the sleep of the sated and undead. 

‘Fucking vampire stamina,’ Spike thought, smirking, reveling in his demon’s capabilities.  

That and a healthy dose of Slayer blood had kept the two running on an unnatural high.  Only problem with false highs was that the crash was hard when it finally wore off.  Maybe the shower – and another shag or two –would finally lull them to sleep for a few hours. 

And if not?  

Oh well. 

Wasn’t like he’d not gone for more than twenty-four hours without sleep before.  At least this time he had a much, much better incentive to stay awake. 

Spike cut on the water and pulled the stopper so that the shower head engaged.  Steam soon billowed above the curtain that kept the water inside the tub, and he grabbed his sire’s hand and dragged him inside, shoving Angelus underneath the spray.  Ignoring his growls of indignation, which he silenced with a kiss. 

A minute later, neither noticed the water slicing in rivulets down both of their bodies.  The water cooling significantly before they roused themselves enough to wash hastily and stumble out of the shower, drying off quickly before collapsing back on the bed. 

“Shoulda’ changed the bloody sheets,” Spike grumbled wearily, twisting on his side and closer to his sire, so that his ass was out of one of the many wet spots littering the sheets. 

“Uh uh… smells like you… and me.  I like it.” 

“Well, you’re not lyin’ in it,” he complained. 

“Did you always bitch this much?” Angelus asked, even as he lifted Spike to lie on top of him. 

Spike smirked against his sire’s chest, content with where he now lay. 

“Only to get me what I wanted,” he replied cheekily. 

Angelus swatted Spike’s ass. 

“Go to sleep, childe.  We’ve things t’ do once the sun sets.  I’d like to see more of this place called New York, now that I can… appreciate it properly.”

~*~*~*~*~*~

Prompt # 58: Strangers

Title: Childe of Mine
Summary: Set during one of the flashbacks of Darla. William's just had his heart broken.

“Well, if you’re lonely, Dru, why don’t you make yourself a playmate?” 

Drusilla grinned and clapped her hands excitedly, gushing, “I could!  I could pick the wisest and bravest knight in all the land… and make him mine forever with a kiss…” 

~*~ 

William fumbled along, oblivious to the goings on in the street.  His only desire to get home and hide from the people that had mocked him – and his poetry.  And the woman that had crushed his young, fragile heart.   

He glanced down at the papers in his hand, unable to really see them for his tears. 

Enough, he thought, beginning to shred the sheets that were the bane of his existence. Intent on his task, William failed to see the trio in front of him, until he crashed into the male. 

Old William would have begged his pardon, stuttering over his words.  New William barely spared them a glance as he muttered, “You… watch where you’re going.”  He shoved the male out of his way and stalked off. 

Missing completely the gleam that came into Angelus’ eyes. 

“Or, you could just take the first drooling idiot that comes along,” Darla commented snidely. 

“Darla’s right, Dru… find someone else.  Want only the best for my Princess.”   

Because this one was off limits.  This one was his.   

Angelus cast one last look in the human’s direction then led his girls off to more… enjoyable pursuits. 

Finally drifting off to sleep in the early twilight hours. 

His dreams haunted by piercing blue eyes, hidden behind wire-rimmed glasses, and a mouth to die for. 

Oh yes, the stranger would be seeing him again. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

Angelus was gone when Drusilla and Darla woke.  Dru whimpered, not liking what the stars were whispering in her head – that she and grandmum were soon to be replaced in her sire’s affections. Not that she’d truly had them to begin with. She'd been a toy for her sire, nothing more.

“It’s alright, Dru.  Our boy will be back soon.”   

Darla didn’t sound convinced as she spoke the words.  Yes, the three had often gone off on their own, but never without as much as a by-your-leave.   

“Come… let’s get dressed and find someone to eat.  I’m sure Angelus will be waiting for us upon our return… with a present or two to apologize for leaving without telling us.” 

“Yes, grandmum.” 

Drusilla climbed naked from the bed, in no real hurry to leave the place that still smelled faintly of her sire. 

“And stop calling me by that hideous title.  My name is Darla… use it.”   

Anger over her childe’s departure made Darla unusually harsh in dealing with the girl, but she didn’t care.  Angelus wasn’t here to act as a buffer between the two, and it was no small secret that she tolerated the seer because she was his.  If not, Darla would have staked the insane creature long ago. 

~*~*~*~*~ 

Angelus had only gotten a brief whiff of the boy’s scent when he’d barreled into his chest, but the vampire hadn’t forgotten the lad's distinct smell.  Shame, anger, mixed with a desire for revenge. 

Not wanting to hear Darla or Dru complain about his wanting to go off alone, Angelus had left before the girls had awakened for the night.  He wanted time to study his latest project, undecided as to whether or not he’d actually turn the boy when he was finished. 

The image of blue eyes danced before his own, and Angelus chuckled ruefully.   

Who was he fooling?  There was no doubt he’d not be turning this one.  Such fire and passion blazed from their icy-blue depths, and him still human.   

It was the way Darla used to look when he’d been a young fledge, ready to take on the world with his sire by his side.  Now she was often gone, hieing off to the Master and the caverns below ground, while he was stuck babysitting Dru.  A trying task even on her most lucid days.  What had he been thinking to drive her around the bend before turning her?  Maybe he’d been jealous of his sire’s divided attention, or her waning zest for unlife above ground, and had used the girl as a means to draw Darla back to him. 

His plan hadn’t worked, had actually backfired, truth be told.  His sire gone weeks, sometimes months, at a time.  Not willing to put up with Drusilla’s insane ramblings. 

Neither was he.  He should have just staked her and been done with it, but every time he’d started to, having reached the breaking point of his patience, he’d stopped.  Something holding him back from taking that final step. 

Maybe what he really needed to do was encourage the girl to seek out her own plaything.  To leave the nest, so to speak. 

He nodded, as he crept along the shadows, silently stalking the boy from last night.  Yes, that’s what he’d do – right after he’d laid claim to his boy. 

Angelus’ eyes widened a bit upon seeing his path veer away from the respectable establishments and down towards the docks.  The vampire shook his head, marveling at how he’d not been eaten before now; Angelus had to make himself known to the nocturnal predators – human and demon alike – that would harm his boy, flashing a little fang when someone dared to trespass upon his territory. 

Ah, the obliviousness of humans… 

Made for an easy meal, to be sure. 

The boy slipped inside a nondescript tavern, and Angelus waited a few minutes before making his way inside.  His nose was assaulted by the stench of the place – stale beer, unwashed bodies, the lingering smell of sex and sweat.  He caught a whiff of fear from his boy, but was pleased to see him bury it deep and sidle up to the bar in between two sailors easily twice his size. 

Angelus waited in the shadows, his gaze centered on the slight figure swilling down ale with the best of them.  Smiling slightly at the look of revulsion that temporarily crossed his features once he finished the brew.  He snorted in amusement when the boy slapped the mug on the counter and bellowed to the barkeep for another one. 

He wasn’t sure how long he stood there, his eyes trained on the bar, sipping occasionally from the single mug one of the barmaids had served him.  But the second someone put their hands on his boy, his body coiled tight, ready to spring. 

His boy was protesting the rough handling, but after having had a few drinks, he was unable to properly look after himself. 

It was a good thing Angelus was around to do it for him. 

Amber eyes watched the two thugs drag his boy towards the front entrance, right past him.  That no one in the tavern voiced any sort of objection, rankled the vampire.  It was something Angelus would have to take care of at a later date.  Maybe he and his boy would come back together. 

He smiled at the thought, and the two burly men must have thought that he was smiling at them, because they leered back. 

Angelus, being magnanimous, held the door open for the three, which caused the man in the lead to laugh heartily. 

“Heh… maybe when we’re done, you can have a turn…if there’s anything left of ‘im…” 

He was going to be the first one to die, Angelus decided. 

They walked around the corner and out of sight, his boy in tow – who was screaming now for assistance.  Angelus was pleased to see him put up a fight. 

‘Soon, very soon…’ Angelus thought.

He trailed after them, but neither thug noticed, intent only on the struggling man held in their arms.  When they reached the back of the alley, Angelus closed in fast and ripped one of the men off his boy and threw him up against the wall.  The sound of crunching bone was music to his ears. 

“Hey!” the lead man got out before his voice box was crushed beneath Angelus’ grip.   

He watched with satisfaction as the man slumped to the ground, slowly choking to death on his own blood.  His lip curled in a sneer, and he whirled away to see how his boy was doing. 

Angelus was met with tears and a pounding heart.  What surprised him was the boy’s burning rage. 

“They… they were…” 

“Gonna rape you… yes,” Angelus finished. 

“Bastards!” 

William stood up and walked towards his first assailant.  He could see right away that the man was dead, his throat crushed and blood welling from his mouth.  It didn’t stop him from delivering a well-placed kick to his head anyway. 

Behind him, Angelus suppressed a smile.   

The second man was still alive, but that didn’t stop William.  He was tired of being abused and maligned.  People would rue the day they’d mocked him. 

Starting right now. 

He grabbed a length of wood from a broken crate and walked over to the slumped against the wall.  He swung it, pleased to hear the crunch as it connected with the man's head.  Once William started, he couldn’t stop, raining blow upon blow upon his would-be rapist until his hand was grasped from behind and held easily above him. 

“I think he’s dead, boy,” Angelus murmured in his ear. 

“’m not a boy,” William grumbled, not bothering to turn around.  Staring down at the bloody mess that used to be a man.   

Angelus peeked over the boy’s shoulder. 

“Hmmm… suppose not.  But, you’ll just have to indulge me.” 

William let go of his make-shift weapon to turn around and glare up the man behind him. 

“I’ll not!  I have a name, I’ll have you know.” 

“Comin’ into your own.  Good… I like that.” 

“Sod off.”   

William turned to walk away, leaving behind the man that had saved him – who was now pissing him off with his mockery.  He’d taken maybe a handful of steps before he was hauled around and shoved back against the side of the tavern. 

Then he did something that had William freezing in place, his eyes round as saucers. 

The man kissed him.

Prompt # 21: Kiss

Title: Childe of Mine
Summary: Set during one of the flashbacks of Darla. William's just had his heart broken.

Once the shock of another man kissing him wore off, William began to struggle.  But the grip on his shoulders was implacable.  William opened his mouth to protest the man’s twisted perversion and found it filled with the other’s tongue. 

He bit down… hard. Until he tasted blood. 

It earned him his immediate release, from the kiss anyway.  He still felt the press of the man’s body against his own.  And, William nearly shite his pants when he saw the man’s face change before his eyes, and an animalistic growl rumbled from his chest. 

“What the bloody hell…?” he whispered. 

“Vampire,” Angelus told him, shaking off his demon so that his human mask was once more in place, mentally cursing his impatience to have at the boy.  He’d wanted to take his time with this one, slowly seduce him to the darkness. 

But, the blood in the air and his boy’s defiance, the way he’d ruthlessly killed his attacker, had gotten to the vampire, and Angelus couldn’t keep himself from indulging in a little taste. 

“V-vampire?” 

William congratulated himself that his voice hadn’t shaken that badly.  Hell, that he’d even managed to speak at all.  His heart was pounding away in his chest and if it didn’t stop its wild racing soon, it wouldn’t matter what the creature before him wanted, William was going to expire on the spot. 

Angelus looked down at the boy and couldn’t help but grin.  He made a becoming picture – hair in disarray, spectacles slightly askew atop his nose, drops of blood smeared on his face and clothing. 

Right fuckable, he was. 

“What…what do you want?” 

The question startled Angelus from his silent perusal. 

“You.” 

“Me?” William squeaked.  “But… but why?” 

Angelus stood there for a moment, his lower body holding the boy in place.  Abruptly, he took off the wire-rimmed glasses and tossed them aside. 

“Hey!  Those are mine…”  

“Won’t be needin’ ‘em soon, boy.” 

“I…I won’t?” 

“No.” 

“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you?” 

“For a little while, yes.” 

“A little while?  I assure you, my good man… er…”  His voice trailed off, and he could feel his hysteria trying to take hold.  He took a deep breath and continued.  “Once I’m dead, I’m dead.  There’s no ‘little while’ about it.”  There!  He’d managed to finish his train of thought.  Now, if he could extract himself from this situation, he’d go home and lock himself in his room.  Give up this foolishness of trying to be something he’s not. 

Angelus chuckled, he couldn’t help it.  He wondered vaguely if he’d ever been that innocent. 

Leaning down, he placed a chaste kiss to the boy’s lips. 

“Mmm… so much to teach you,” he murmured once he’d lifted his head.  “Are you an apt pupil, boy?” 

“William… My bloody name is William.”  William wasn’t sure where the sudden backbone had come from. 

Angelus silenced him with another kiss. 

“Open up to me sweet William.  Let me taste you,” Angelus finally murmured against his lips when the boy just stood there, unresponsive. 

William was shocked to feel himself wavering in the face of the man’s seductive voice; the way he said his name was enough to turn William’s legs to mush.  Surely what they were doing was wrong.  They were both men for chrissakes!  Men didn’t kiss other men… didn’t… 

He moaned, feeling something hard brush against his groin.  His body’s response was instantaneous; William felt himself harden within the confines of his breeches.  He moaned again, this time his mouth opening wide enough to let the other man’s tongue inside.  William clutched at the man’s…vampire’s… waist as he did just that, needing something to keep him grounded as sensations unlike any he’d ever felt in his young life swept through his body. 

“So hot ye are, laddie,” Angelus murmured, leaving off from William’s mouth and kissing a trail to his neck – the rush of blood too much for his demon not to have a quick snack.  He’d save the main course for more intimate surroundings. 

His face shifted against the boy’s neck and he struck, his fangs slicing into the tender flesh.  Blood splashed onto his tongue and he swallowed it down, grinding his cock against the boy. 

The smell of cum tickled his nostrils and Angelus abruptly pulled away to stare down at William, whose body was heaving in the aftermath of his climax. 

William lifted his head to stare up at the demon before him. 

“I’m a deviant, aren’t I?” he finally asked in a voice near tears. 

“No more than I am, sweet Will,” Angelus replied, his hand lifting to caress the boy’s face – surprising himself at the tender gesture. “No more than I…”

Prompt # 10: Candle Wax

Title: Childe of Mine
Summary: Set during one of the flashbacks of Darla. William's just had his heart broken.

“Mesmerizing, isn’t it?” 

His softly spoken words drew William’s gaze away from the flame and back to his sire.  Some inane sense told him that fire could hurt them – kill them – and he wondered why Angelus would stray so close. 

Angelus saw his new childe’s confusion and couldn’t help but chuckle, answering the unanswered question. 

“It’s the thrill… the taste of the forbidden,” he told his childe.  His palm hovered over the tiny flame – low enough to feel the burn, smell his flesh begin to tingle. 

William nodded, watching his sire intently.  The way he courted the pain.  He’d learned much since his awakening.  Things that would have had the old William, the human William, blustering in indignation, or had his cheeks flaming in embarrassment. 

Now, he embraced it.  The pain, the depravity… the thirst for blood – his sire’s and the fools that walked among them without a clue as to the dangers lurking in the dark.  Dangers he’d discounted as he’d sought to prove his manhood in a pub located in London’s seedier part of town. 

“Want a taste?” 

It was a rhetorical question.  William nodded anyway.  Hell, there wasn’t any place he wouldn’t go where his sire led. 

“You gonna lie still, or should I get the shackles?” 

William’s look said either way wouldn’t matter to him, and Angelus couldn’t help but chuckle.  Deciding to trust his childe’s restraint, he sat on the edge of the bed and held the brass taper out over his pale, nude body. 

“Ready?” 

William nodded frantically.  Licking his lips in preparation of the pain. 

But, instead of lowering the flame to parts of his exposed flesh, his sire tilted the candle on its side, spilling hot wax across his chest. 

“Bloody hell!” 

The searing heat danced along his nerve endings.  The pain felt good, though it was brief – the wax quickly cooling on his skin. 

“More,” he begged of his sire. 

Angelus smirked and covered his childe’s dusky nipples with hot wax, listening to him cry out so prettily.  He kept at it until the candle had burned low, and William’s body was covered in bits of dried wax.  Parts of it flaking off as he’d writhed upon the bed. 

A masterpiece of his own making. 

Seeing William like that, Angelus knew he had to have him.  Right then.  

He slid between his childe’s legs, forcing them wider as he pulled the younger vamp up onto his lap.  His weeping cock nudging at William’s tight hole. 

Angelus had every intention of riding him hard and fast, but as his cockhead began to breach his childe’s tight sphincter, he slowed his movements.  Instead sliding in, inch by agonizing inch.  Savoring the feel of muscles giving way to his penetration.  Stilling completely once his cock was buried to the hilt. 

“Will…” 

The sound of his name was whisper soft in the room, and if William hadn’t been possessed of preternatural hearing, he’d never have heard it.  He shivered in response, unconsciously squeezing his sire’s cock.  Producing a moan from the vamp that went straight to William’s dick, causing it to bob up off his stomach.   

He wrapped his hand around it, giving it a pull or two, before he found his hand swatted away. 

“Please, sire,” William complained. 

“Please sire what?”

“Move!” 

“Well… since you asked so nicely…” 

William rolled his eyes at his sire’s droll wit.  He opened his mouth to deliver a retort that would earn his a bit of well-deserved punishment… 

… only to have his jaw hang open as his sire took him at his word and proceeded to fuck him into the mattress.

 ~*~*~*~*~*~

Prompt # 29: Submissive

Title: Long Journey Home
Summary: Set during The Girl In Question just before the boys returned to LA.

Spike had known it was going to happen. 

He’d felt his grandsire’s stare.  Had seen the way Angel had gripped the arm rests of his chair as the jet flew back across the Atlantic.  Away from her.  Away from his past.  Their pasts. 

Only… the reemergence of the Immortal had brought it all back in sharp detail.  The time they’d both been cuckolded by their respective sires – not that either he or Angelus had been the monogamous type.  It was just that they had a history with the Immortal. 

And seeing the Slayer shaking her ass on the dance floor with the git had brought it all home. 

Spike arched helplessly as the head of Angel’s cock brushed against his sensitive gland, causing him to see stars.  He bit his lip to keep from crying out. 

Not that Angelus would notice.  Or even care… 

He was only fucking Spike for one reason.  

To exorcise the demon that had taken hold upon seeing his supposed “true love” in the arms of his mortal enemy.  Never mind the she-wolf waiting for him back home. 

Angelus wasn’t even stroking him to make the experience pleasurable for the both of them.  No… his hands were clutching either side of Spike’s hips.  Holding him in place while the elder vamp plowed his ass mercilessly. 

It was enough to make him cry. 

Spike blamed his poncey emotions on the soul he now possessed.  Blamed it for letting him take his grandsire’s pain into himself.   

Quietly.  

Submissively. 

Even while his unbeating heart cried out for more… a tiny crumb of something. 

He felt Angelus’ movements pick up.  Driving into him. Tearing him. Felt his nails finally cut into his flesh, caving to the pressure that had been exerted by the other’s unyielding grip.  Spike tensed at the slight pain then forced his body to relax.  He could take it.  Could take all of it.  He’d become quite the expert over the years. 

It wasn’t the first time he’d been violated in such a manner by his grandsire.  When he’d been confined to his wheelchair, Angelus had torn into him often enough.  Much like he was doing now.  And for the same reason – to erase the memory of the blonde girl prominent in his mind.   

That, and the bastard had gotten off on Spike’s pain… and his helplessness. 

Spike had expected it then... after his grandsire had lost his soul.  Angelus was the alpha male, and Spike’s condition had made it impossible for him to fight back.  And he’d been determined to wipe any trace of the humanity he’d borne because of the soul.  Wanted to prove that he was all demon. 

In the beginning, Spike hadn’t even felt it – which had annoyed Angelus no end.  It wasn’t any fun for the vamp to stick it to him and not get a response.  Spike had taken a punch, or several, when his snarky comments about his grandsire’s lack of “bedroom skills” had failed to do it… get a “rise” out of him. 

But, then that day had come.   

The return of feeling to his lower extremities. 

Angelus had paid Spike back in full measure for having taunted him, leaving him to toss off once the wanker had finally left his bed and returned to Dru. 

He’d taken his grandsire’s punishment, his dick left hard and wanting, and silently counted the days until he could exact his revenge. 

The tire iron to the wanker’s head had been rather liberating for Spike.  That Angelus had completely discounted his presence… the icing on the cake.  If he’d not had to worry about the Slayer taking out Dru, Spike could have cheerfully lit into him for a good hour, maybe more. 

What Angel was doing to him now was worse, in his mind. 

The tosser supposedly had a soul, and should have been making with a bit of tenderness.  Or even a bit of touchy feely.  

Yeah, they were vampires and could enjoy a good rough and tumble.  But, Spike wasn’t even getting that.  It was like Angelus didn’t even care who he was sticking it to.  Or, if he did, he didn’t care that his partner got off at all. 

That’s what rankled. 

Spike had half a mind to throw the lummox off of him. 

Only… he’d waited too long.  

With a loud shout, some half-guttural groan of relief, Angel’s cock began twitching inside Spike’s abused passage, filling it.  His hips were slapping sporadically against Spike’s flank, helplessly caught up in his body’s release.  Nails digging further into his flesh, drawing more of his blood. 

Spike bit back another moan as his gland was stroked a few times… and then… nothing.   

Absolutely nothing. 

Angel stilled behind him, leaving Spike’s cock weeping with need, desperate to shoot his load.  Spike felt the loss when Angel pulled out and sat back on his haunches, far enough away so that Angel wouldn’t have to touch him. 

Kneeling there on the carpet, Spike forced himself not to react to his grandsire’s callous treatment.  He got to his feet, his body shaking, determined to ignore the vampire behind him; Spike would see the other in Hell before he revealed how much he was aching. 

Just once he’d like to fuck someone without it being like this.  Like he was unworthy of the affection –the completion – that could be found in the act. 

He wasn’t asking for hearts and flowers… or, hell, even words of love. 

He was just tired of being used.  Of being beneath anyone’s notice. 

Spike pulled up his jeans, not bothering to fasten them, and walked stiffly towards the back of the jet and the private room that was there.   

If he stayed in the main cabin area with his grandsire any longer, he’d be tempted to stake the unfeeling bastard.

Prompt # 15: Throat

Title: Long Journey Home
Summary: Set during The Girl In Question just before the boys returned to LA.
 

Angel didn’t register Spike’s departure from the main cabin.  His eyes were staring transfixed at his dick, covered with cum and blood. 

His cum. Spike’s blood. 

The blinding rage that had overtaken him had lifted in the wake of his orgasm.  Leaving him heartsick at what he’d done to the younger vamp… and questioning how close to the surface Angelus seemed to be these days.   

His eyes filled with tears at how Spike had let him.  Let him grab him by the neck and throw him face first onto the carpet.  Let him yank his jeans down around his knees.  Let him ram his cock into his ass with no preparation at all. 

No snarky quips.  No hiss of pain.  Not even a moan had sprung from Spike’s lips. 

He’d just knelt there on all fours and let Angel use him. 

And Angel had too. His demon whispering the other’s transgressions so that Angel was exceptionally brutal. 

Not that he’d really needed any further encouragement once the smell of Spike’s blood had hit the air.   

At least Angel hadn’t bitten him.  That was the one saving grace that kept him from the hell of his own making.  That he’d not compounded the insult done him by draining Spike dry. 

Angel finally lifted his head, expecting Spike to be there in front of him.  Waiting.  When he wasn’t, Angel panicked.  Before he realized that Spike couldn’t have gone far. 

His gaze was drawn instinctively towards the back of the jet.   

To the closed door. 

He jumped to his feet, pulling frantically at his trousers, nearly catching his prick in the zipper in his haste to make things right with Spike. 

Not that he believed he actually could. 

But he had to try. 

Angel hesitated at the door.  He could hear Spike.  Should he knock and wait for an answer?  Or, just open the door? 

He settled on opening the door, figuring he’d wait forever to be granted entrance. 

His hand closed over the knob and gave it a slight twist, frowning slightly when it didn’t give.  Angel’s shoulders drooped.  Though the locked door wasn’t enough to actually keep him out, the message it implied nearly did. 

You’re not welcome. 

Angel ignored it and twisted the knob off in his hand. 

His gaze was instantly drawn to the figure on the bed.  How the light from the main cabin spilled onto Spike’s body in the darkened room, accentuating perfectly his nude body writhing on top of the comforter.   

Angel knew that Spike was aware of his presence, but that the younger vamp was pointedly ignoring him as he tried to get himself off.  The tip of Spike’s swollen cock leaked drops of precum, and Angel’s gaze was centered on the pearly liquid as he quickly stripped out of his clothes. 

It had been over a century since he’d had Spike’s cock in his mouth… but he still remembered the taste, the look on the younger vamp’s face as his mouth would swallow him whole.  The way his body would arch helplessly, how he’d beg so prettily to come. 

And when Spike finally did… 

Beautiful is what he was.  Angel had penciled hundreds of drawings, trying to capture the look of sublime pleasure on Spike’s face.  He’d never come close to the real thing. 

Ever. 

Angel sat on the edge of the bed and batted Spike’s hands away from his cock.  Then he took him in his mouth.  No teasing.  Just parted his lips and wrapped them around Spike’s shaft, lowering his head until the tip of Spike’s cock hit the back of his throat and his nose was buried in the wiry curls surrounding it. 

Spike’s fingers fisted in his hair, causing Angel to moan. 

The tiny vibrations were enough to send the younger vamp flying over the edge.   

His grip tightened in Angel’s hair and Spike arched his hips off the mattress, spilling his seed inside Angel’s more than willing mouth. 

Angel drank him down and licked him clean.  Only then did he lift his head to look at Spike’s face.  His eyes were closed, but the corners of his lips were turned upwards in the hint of a smile. 

He crawled up onto the bed and settled himself next to Spike, drawing the younger vamp up against his side so that Spike’s head lay on his shoulder – pleased when his silent urgings met with no resistance. 

Neither moved for the space of a minute, maybe two.  Even Spike’s needless panting had stilled.  Angel knew, however, that Spike’s eyes were now open.  And were no doubt clouded with confusion. 

“I am verra sorry, Will.  I dinna mean for you to bear the brunt of me ire.  I would offer… reparations.”  

Angel felt Spike stiffen next to him.  Felt him start to shake his head.  He stayed the motion, fingers sliding in to lightly grip the bleached locks now standing on end, guiding the younger vamp’s mouth to his neck. 

“I spilt yer blood… it’s only fair fer me to be givin’ it back. Drink, William…please.”  

With tears in his eyes, Spike did as Angel asked.

Prompt # 67: Writer's Choice: Blood

Title: Long Journey Home
Summary: Set during The Girl In Question just before the boys returned to LA.

At the first taste of blood on his tongue, Spike’s cock was hard and heavy, poking into Angel’s stomach.  A second later, he was yanked atop his sire, and it wasn’t the other vamp’s stomach Spike was rubbing against, but Angel’s own throbbing erection. 

Spike growled around the flesh in his mouth, unwilling to give up his prize to shout his pleasure.  Though, he came close when Angel’s hands gripped his ass and started kneading softly… and the way their cocks rubbed against each another when Angel prompted him to move. 

He took another few swallows and stopped, his fangs still embedded in Angel’s throat.  Unwilling to give up that final connection. 

And, Angel seemed content to let him too – one hand leaving off from massaging his ass to play with the hairs on the nape of Spike’s neck, holding him in place. 

It was no small wonder that tears welled behind Spike’s closed lids, threatening to leak out and spill onto his cheeks.  Over a hundred years, and this was the closest he’d ever felt with his sire.  Hell, it was the closest Angel had let him get. 

They laid there like that, Spike draped over Angel, his mouth fused to his sire’s neck.  Both ignoring the twin erections crushed together.  They’d get to that later. 

For now, they were content to lie with their bodies entwined. 

Renewing their bond of blood… and of family.

Prompt # 42: Relationships

Title: Long Journey Home
Summary: Set during The Girl In Question just before the boys returned to LA.

Spike stared up at his sire poised above him, eyes clouded with lust… and steely resolve. 

“I won’t be a substitute.” 

“Yer not, Will.  Ye never were…” 

“And the she-pup?” he asked abruptly, causing Angel to stop on the brink of burying his cock deep inside Spike’s well-prepared hole, his concentrated look becoming one of disgruntlement. 

“You’re killin’ the mood,” Angel grumbled after sighing heavily. 

Spike couldn’t help but grin at the comment and the look on Angel’s face. 

“Can’t happen,” Spike told him smugly.  “’m fuckable anytime.” 

Angel had to admit, Spike was right.  Hell, he could parade Angel’s entire past in front of him and he’d still be hard and heavy for the vampire lying beneath him. 

“I’ll break it off as soon as we get back… satisfied?” 

Spike’s eyes softened for the barest of moments.  It was gone in the blink of an eye, his lips curling up across his teeth as he gifted Angel with a smirk.  Anything to hide how much the elder’s words meant to him. 

“Well?  What are you waiting for, Peaches?  You gonna shag me or not?” 

“Damn insolent…” Angel’s voice trailed off as he slid home. 

William. 

Just the sound of his name was enough to make Spike come.  Especially when it was spoken like that.  In that voice that said there was no place Angel would rather be than right there with him.  Fucking… no, making love to him. 

And damned if his grandsire wasn’t going to reduce him to a right poncey git… again.  Both with his whispered babblings – feels good, so tight, taking it all, so deep, William, my sweet boy, mine, mine, mine… – and the slow, steady rhythm Angel had struck up.   

Spike’s eyes started to drift shut, trying to shield himself from the other’s knowing gaze.  Unable to handle it if Angel mocked him for his feelings. 

“No… look at me,” Angel murmured, fisting one hand around Spike’s cock, pumping it in time with his own movements.  “I want to watch you come.” 

Reluctantly, Spike obeyed.  Staring up into eyes nearly black with lust, yet tempered by something else.   

Spike clung to that unnamed emotion in his sire’s gaze like a lifeline as Angel’s sweet torment became too much to bear and his cock erupted onto his pale chest and the hand still steadily stroking him… drawing out his orgasm until it became nigh unbearable.   

“Angelus…” 

Seeing the look of rapture upon Spike’s face, Angel allowed himself his own release, finally caving to the pressure of the tight muscles still contracting in the aftermath of Spike’s climax.  Squeezing his cock. 

He came with a roar, which the pilots no doubt heard.  But Angel didn’t care.  Collapsing on top of Spike, he chuckled briefly in amusement, causing the extremely satiated look to slip from Spike’s face.  Angel kissed him soundly before he could question why, not stopping until Spike was returning it with full measure. 

Only then did he pull away, sliding free of Spike and coming to rest beside him.  The pout that had formed on Spike’s lips at Angel’s withdrawal fading away as he was pulled up against Angel’s side until he was nearly laying on top of him again. 

“Go to sleep, Will… we’ll be landing in LA soon.” 

“Don’t wanna sleep,” Spike grumbled, nudging Angel’s thigh with his rapidly filling cock. 

Angel spared Spike’s growing erection a fond squeeze, determinedly ignoring how his own was beginning to swell. 

“Never did listen to me,” Angel complained.  Then hissed a breath when his cock was fisted in Spike’s hand.  Angel arched helpless into Spike’s grip.  “Fuck.” 

“That’s the idea…”  

Prompt # 57: Phone Encounter

Title: Long Journey Home
Summary: Set during The Girl In Question just before the boys returned to LA.

“What’r you doin’?” 

“Working.” 

“Doin’ what?” 

“Contract negotiations with the Klefur demons. Reading over the two mounds of paperwork on my desk.  Playing referee to Gunn and Wesley.  Avoiding Harmony and her annoying habit of interrupting me… I finally had to lock my damn door.” 

“Sounds boring… and naughty.” 

“Only you would think so,” Angel grumbled.   

Truthfully, he’d rather be upstairs with Spike.  Who was probably sitting on his couch with his booted feet propped on his coffee table, watching television on his wide screen plasma TV.   

It sucked being the CEO sometimes. 

“How ‘bout a quickie?” 

“I can’t… this stuff has to get done first.” 

“You’re no fun.” 

“Not right now anyway.  I’ll make it up to you when I come up later.” 

“You can make it up to me now…” 

“I told you—” 

“Put your hand on your cock.” 

“Excuse me?” Was that squeaky voice his? 

“I said, put your hand on your cock.  Is it hard?” 

“Spike… I told you.  I don’t have time—” 

“Don’t need a lot of time.” 

“Someone could walk in.” 

“You said you locked the door.” 

“So…” 

“So, you need to get rid of some of that tension… I can hear it in your voice.” 

Angel sighed, then did like Spike asked, not surprised when his cock lay limp inside his pants – it had been a long, tedious day at Wolfram & Hart. 

“I’m not wearing any clothes,” Spike told him.  “Just sitting here wankin’ off… Pull yourself out.  Imagine it’s me doin’ it, hidin’ underneath your desk, wanting to take you in my mouth.” 

Angel couldn’t suppress a groan at the image that leapt into his mind, and he shifted his grip on the phone, tucking it between his shoulder and ear so that he could have both hands free to work the fastenings of his pants. 

“Hard yet?” Spike asked. 

“Yes,” Angel hissed. 

“Wrap your hand around your dick… pump it nice and slow… just like I would.” 

“Spike.” 

“Feels good?  Doesn’t it?  I know just how to work you… don’t I?” 

Angel nodded shakily, forgetting for a moment that Spike couldn’t hear him. 

“Yes.”  He choked on the word, eyes rolling up in his head as he palmed himself. 

“Give us a squeeze… can’t have you going off too soon.” 

Angel muffled a groan, but again followed Spike’s prompts, squeezing himself around the base of his cock, preventing the orgasm that his touch and Spike’s words had him on the brink of. 

“Spike.” 

A plea. 

“Wanna come, do ya?” 

“Yes.” 

“Then let’s dance… Come on, luv.  Give it to me good.  It’s my mouth on you now… gonna suck you dry.” 

Angel’s hand was on overdrive, pumping his cock at a fevered pitch. 

Spike’s words sent him flying over the edge. 

“Come in my mouth… do it!” 

Angel leaned back in his chair and shot his load all over the underside of his desk, some dribbling down onto his hand.  Biting his lip to keep from shouting.  

Spike had no such compulsion… bellowing Angel’s name into the phone.   

Angel should be pissed that Spike had reduced him to having phone sex in his own office.  But, the heavy pants now coming through the phone were music to his ears.  He grinned and hung up the phone, then hastily tucked himself back into his pants. 

He wiped his hand on his pants and grabbed the contract lying on the top of the pile, staring at it blindly.  When the words on the page seemed to blur, he put down the packet of papers and walked swiftly to his silent elevator. 

Hell, he was the CEO.  If he wanted a noon-er, he damn well was going to take one.

Prompt # 52: Role Play

Title: Long Journey Home
Summary: Set during The Girl In Question just before the boys returned to LA.

“Bad day, pet?” Spike asked into the phone. 

“Dammit, Spike!  It’s Angel… just once do you think you could use it?” 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” 

Angel bit his lip to prevent another outburst like the first.  Spike was correct though; it had been a bad day.  And was getting steadily worse. 

“Anything I can do?” 

“Not unless you plan to be my whipping boy for the day,” Angel grumbled under his breath.  He sighed, leaning back in his chair, trying to make heads or tails of the contract resting on his lap.  “Sorry… didn’t mean to take my bad mood out on you.  Gimme ten minutes and I’ll be up.” 

“Ok…” 

“Uh… how was your day?  You were out with Wes?  Find what you needed?” 

“Yeah.  I did the grunt work, he’s working up the particulars.  Knowing Wes, he’ll have something on your desk soon.” 

“Ok.” 

“I’ll see you in ten…” 

“Right… and Spike?” 

“Yeah?” 

“I really am sorry I snapped at you.” 

“Ta, mate.” 

Spike rung off and jumped to his feet, his mind already listing the things he’d need.  He snagged a piece of paper off the kitchen counter and scribbled a quick note, using a magnet to stick it to the refrigerator.  His sire was nothing if not predictable – into the apartment and straight to the fridge for a bag of blood.  It was good, because it would allow him a few extra minutes.  That is, if Angel actually stayed the ten minutes in his office like he said he was. 

The thought had him racing towards the bedroom, locking himself away. 

Ten minutes really wasn’t a long time in the grand scheme of things. 

In the closet, he grabbed the things he needed and carried his haul to the bed.  He set things up just so, knowing that anything not put in its proper place would result in an even harsher punishment. 

He deliberately left the riding crop in the wrong spot.  Yeah, he was a masochist.   

Spike had just locked himself into place when he heard the soft swish of the private elevator doors opening.  As predicted, heavy footsteps muffled by plush carpeting sounded in the living area, until they hit the tile in the kitchen.  A lengthy pause…  

He must have seen the note.  Good. 

The refrigerator door opened and then closed.  Microwave next – door opened, closed, buttons pushed, the soft hum as it heated his sire’s blood, a ding. 

A few minutes more and then the bedroom door would open. 

Already he could feel himself trying to stretch against the cuff locked around his cock.  Why had he worn the bloody thing again? 

Several more minutes passed, and still no Angel.  His arms were starting to go numb. 

Spike heard the television cut on and his eyes widened behind the blindfold.  Son of a— 

The bastard was going to let him hang here. 

Damned if it didn’t send a shiver down his spine.  

His sire knew well his role. 

Spike resigned himself to his fate. 

It was going to be one hell of a night.

Prompt # 65: Bad

Title: Long Journey Home
Summary: Set during The Girl In Question just before the boys returned to LA.

Angel nearly broke the glass that held his blood, his grip was so tight.  He’d thought nothing of it when he’d come back to the apartment he and Spike now shared and found him already in the bedroom.  In the weeks since their return from Italy, it was the norm for the pair to wind up in bed not long after Angel retired for the night from “work.” 

He’d walked into the kitchen, vaguely noticing its immaculate state – for once.  His hand stilling on the door handle of the fridge as he caught sight of Spike’s note. 

Bedroom. 

Say please. 

He’d let go of the handle, his hands shaking as he snatched the piece of paper from beneath the magnet, ignoring how the piece of plastic clattered to the floor as he read it again and again.   

Surely Spike hadn’t… 

His mind had replayed their brief conversation on the phone, his dick growing hard at recalling something about Spike being his whipping boy.  Angel had been ready to barge into the room and assuage his anger at the day’s events upon his childe’s body. 

Which was why he was sitting on the couch, staring mindlessly at some program on the television set, taking some time to calm down while he sipped his blood.  He heard the soft crack that signified his glass’ imminent shattering and forced himself to loosen his hold. 

Breathe, he silently commanded himself. 

But Angel found he couldn’t.  Since that time he’d raped Spike on their return flight from Italy, he’d taken pains never to let his anger get the better of him. 

That Spike was willing to be that outlet now damn near brought Angel to his knees. 

He left the TV on and got up off the couch to make his way to their bedroom. 

“Please,” he whispered upon reaching the closed door.   

Angel heard the lock give and smiled.  The magically enhanced lock to his bedroom had been at the top of Angel’s list not long after Spike had moved in with him.  The corners of his mouth turned upwards in a half-smile in remembrance of the eyeful Wesley had received upon barging into his room unannounced – the frantic apologies he’d stammered over while covering his eyes and backing out of the room, quickly pulling the door closed. 

Spike had laughed at the loud slam that signified Wes’ hasty retreat from Angel’s apartment.  That had gotten Angel going, and the two had fallen upon one other clutching their sides in amusement, the intensity of their lovemaking forgotten in the face of the former watcher’s embarrassment. 

Wes had avoided the pair for two days, until Spike had tracked him down against Angel’s better judgment.  Whatever his childe had said seemed to have settled the waters, so to speak, because Wes was back in his office later that afternoon, red-faced, but attempting to work past it as he discussed some crisis he was trying to divert.  

Angel’s hand closed over the doorknob and twisted. 

He nearly lost the precious control he had upon seeing his childe chained so prettily across the room.  His entire body shook as he warred with himself, the saner part of himself telling him to flee, to get out of the room before he did something he might regret.  The other part, his inner Angelus, smirked at seeing Spike – naked, his cock bound tight, blindfolded and submissive – and everything else laid out perfectly – right down to his choice of toys… 

He toed off his shoes while his fingers went to work on the buttons of his shirt, using slow, deliberate motions to calm his nervousness. 

And he was nervous.  About all of this. 

Which was why he walked right up to Spike and nuzzled his neck, rather than towards the implements of pain. 

“Sire…” 

The breathy moan was a start, but Angel didn’t know if he could do it. 

“Spike… I…” 

“Laid everything out, just like you like it.  I remembered.” 

Angel nodded into Spike’s neck.  Yes, he’d remembered.  Angelus had taught him well. 

“Everything in its proper place…” he went on as if his sire wasn’t shaking against him, his tone submissive.  When Spike sensed that Angel wouldn’t or couldn’t do it, he broke from his role for a second, nuzzling his lover back. 

“Love you…” 

“Will…” 

Spike was back to form the next second.  Trying to get Angel to see, without outright telling him, that it was ok. 

“’ve done something bad, Sire.” 

Angel drew back abruptly. 

“You have?” he stammered out.  “What…?”  He coughed around the squeak in his voice.  “What did you do?” 

There… a bit more authoritative, Angel thought. 

“You’ll beat me if I tell you,” Spike confessed. 

“I’ll beat you if you don’t,” Angel growled back. 

Spike remained silent. 

Angel didn’t realize that this was part of the game, and he moved in, grabbing Spike’s hair and yanking his head back.  A slight smirk flashed across his lover’s face then was gone, and Angel shook his head at how easily he’d been manipulated. 

He released his childe with a disgusted snort and walked away to peruse the “toys” Spike had selected.  His eyes narrowed when he got a good look at them… and how one of them wasn’t where it was supposed to be.  Angel glanced over his shoulder, and sure enough, Spike was grinning in anticipation.  He grabbed the crop, testing its sting against the palm of his hand. 

When Angel finally turned around, the last bit of his nervousness was gone. 

“Appears someone needs remindin’ of a few things, boy.” 

“Yes, master.” 

God, he loved his childe.

Prompt # 3: Satin

Title: Long Journey Home
Summary: Set during The Girl In Question just before the boys returned to LA.

Spike flopped back against the satin sheets, utterly spent.  Not even the dull pain he still felt in his arms and legs, or his ass, intruded upon his post-coital haze.   

It had taken a bit for Angel to get into the swing of things, but a few sarcastic comments had quickly brought the vampire around. 

He smiled in memory.   

Even with a soul, his grandsire had a way about him when it came to inflicting pain.  Blurring the line until each hit of whatever instrument Angel was using at the time had him begging prettily for more. 

He sidled closer to Angel once the other vamp had recovered enough to rouse himself from the foot of the bed, nearly purring his contentment as Angel wrapped his arms around his back and nuzzled his neck. 

“You all right,” Angel asked, his voice tinged with concern.  

“Bloody fantastic.” 

“You’d tell me—” 

“’m fine, Angelus.” 

Angel stiffened at the moniker, but when Spike did nothing more than lay there next to him, he relaxed a bit.  He figured he’d have to get used to it hearing the name spoken occasionally… at least behind closed doors.  His grandchilde couldn’t seem to wrap his head around the fact that it was simply “Angel.”  Though, the way he said it, with affection, rather than mockery, seemed to make it easier for Angel to bear hearing. 

God forbid if he had to listen to himself being called Liam all the time. 

“Ok.” 

“And you?  You ok?” 

The question startled him.  It took him a minute to actually answer Spike. 

“You know… I think I am.  All that CEO stuff, I think I can deal with it again.” 

“Good.” 

They lapsed into silence, neither quite ready to sleep just yet. 

Angel thought Spike had drifted off to sleep when he suddenly spoke again. 

“You know… if… you need to… you know… again… it’s ok…” 

His sire’s affectionate squeeze was the only indication Spike got that Angel had heard him.

Prompt # 5: Ring

Title: Long Journey Home
Summary: Set during The Girl In Question just before the boys returned to LA.

“You don’t have to do this, you know.” 

“I want to.” 

“’s a big step. You do this…” 

“Spike.” 

“It won’t come off.” 

“That’s the idea.” 

They walked into the shop, Spike still protesting, Angel shooting down each one of his objections. Spike ignored the man bearing more tattoos than he had skin that greeted them, muttering under his breath about stupid sire’s with burrs up their arses. 

Angel rolled his eyes and took his seat. 

The tattoo artist began setting out his tools, taking the drawing that Angel held out to him.  He watched out of the corner of his eye the crazy blond that paced back and forth in his small shop. 

“Spike.  Sit down.  You’re scaring Todd.” 

“It’s cool, man,” Todd protested.  “So, you want this to wrap all the way around.” 

“Yes.  Like a real one.” 

“Colors?” 

“I don’t know… Hmm…. Spike?” 

“What?” he snapped. 

“Black ink?  Or colored?” 

“Make it the bloody rainbow for all I care.” 

Angel frowned up at his childe. 

“What is your problem?  You’ve been trying to talk me out of this since I told you about it the other day.” 

Spike fumbled around in his duster for his smokes, unwilling to meet his sire’s gaze. 

“William…” 

Spike’s bleak gaze met Angel’s understanding one. 

“What if you change your mind?  You can’t—” 

Angel was across the room and had Spike pinned up against the wall before he could finish his sentence.  Ignoring the other patrons in the shop, Angel kissed him hard, shutting Spike up the only way he knew how.  He ran roughshod over the other vamp until Spike was leaning heavily against him, his hands clutching Angel’s shoulders for support. 

He didn’t stop at a kiss either.   

Fisting his fingers in Spike’s hair, Angel yanked his head back, exposing his neck.  He bit deep, driving his fangs in as far as they’d go, drinking down the blood that flooded his mouth, just as he drank down his childe’s moans of pleasure.  Only when he felt Spike sag against him, did Angel stop, laving at the fresh marks he’d made. 

Finally, he lifted his head and stared down at Spike. 

“D’ye ken now?” 

Tears glistening in his eyes, Spike nodded. 

“Good… can I do this now?  I think Todd’s been rather patient…” 

“No sweat, man,” the tattoo artist called out.  “Take your time.” 

“I want one too,” Spike told him.  Neither had moved from their place against the wall. 

“Spike… you don’t have to—” 

“Now who’s trying to stop someone?”  His scarred brow rose in enquiry.  “Besides, ‘s not like I hadn’t planned on wearing the real thing.” 

He reached into his pocket and pulled out the small black velvet box.  He opened it revealing the matching rings. 

“When…?” 

“Day before you’d told me what you’d planned… Was just holdin’ on to ‘em for safe-keeping.” 

Angel ran his finger over both platinum rings. 

“Knew how much they meant to you…” 

“They’re beautiful.” 

“Bought ‘em with m’ own dosh… Few odd jobs here and there…” 

“Spike… you didn’t have to.” 

“Wanted to.” 

“Can I… can I wear it now?” 

“’s why I brought ‘em.  Figured we could wear ‘em on our right hand… until… you know… the swelling and whatnot goes down.” 

“You planned this all along,” Angel accused.   

“Well…” 

“So why were you putting up such a stink.” 

“Jus’ wanted to be sure,” Spike mumbled. “Don’t think my heart could take bein’ torn to shreds anymore.” 

“I’ll look after it.  And if I slip up, I give you permission to kick me in the ass.” 

“I have your word on that?” 

“Spike,” Angel growled. 

“What?” he asked innocently.  “’m just sayin’…” 

Angel rolled his eyes in exasperation.  Only Spike could take his emotions from one extreme to the other and back again in the blink of an eye.