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Chapter 2 

Instead of answering, Spike just stroked his thumb against his sire’s cheek, lifting his upper body so that he could brush his lips over his elder’s.  Angel groaned at the connection and quickly became consumed with lust – with love – as he deepened the kiss and lowered them back down to the floor.  

Though both were near desperate now, their bodies raging at them for completion, neither seemed in any hurry to end the kiss.  It was a favorite pastime of the two male vamps – kissing.  Hours could be spent on the manipulation of lips and tongue as they tried to convey what the other meant to them.   

Kissing was personal, more so than the joining of bodies.  Vampires would fuck just about anything on two legs, then bleed their victims dry as they reached climax.  Sire and childe often exchanged blood during kisses, to heighten their lovemaking.  But…just a kiss?  A meeting of lips, a gentle stroking of tongues?  It showed caring on the part of the individuals – and these two vampires did care.   

Going against every vampiric edict, the two males had formed a bond over a century ago, and nothing….not even Angel’s desertion, or Spike’s killing of the girl that was to have been the ensouled vampire’s salvation, could break it.  

“William,” Angel groaned, finally tearing his mouth away from the younger vamp and peppering kisses along his jaw. “Gotta have you now.”  

A nod of assent given.  A sharp incisor to a wrist.  Crimson fluid coating a cock pulsing with borrowed blood.  

Then Angel was sliding home – not stopping until the front of his thighs rested intimately against that of his childe’s upturned flank.  

Spike hissed through his teeth at the pain of his sire’s invasion.  Since Angelus had disappeared without a trace, he’d let no other dominate him, not even his “true” sire.  It hadn’t seemed right.  What he and the other male vamp had shared had been too important, too special, to be sullied by the vampiress’ attention.  

He craved the pain, the slight tearing that caused him to bleed, unsure as to whether he should relax his muscles thereby easing his sire’s entry, or remain ridged beneath him and revel in the sting of protesting flesh.  The decision was taken out of his hands when he happened a glance at the elder vamp’s face, noted with satisfaction and wonder the look of supreme bliss that transformed the other’s features – his body melted into the carpet.  

“William, me boy,” Angel groaned in a voice so heavily accented it was a wonder Spike could understand him.  “So verra verra good you feel.”  His hand wrapped around his childe’s cock and slowly stroked him in time to his own movements inside his ass.  Angel wanted to prolong their joining, but he’d not had sex in so long, and the feel of his boy squeezing him so tight…  

“Sorry, boy…can’t…”  His demon visage burst forth without warning, too far gone in pleasure to exert the necessary control to restrain it.  

‘Can’t what?’ Spike thought.  ‘Can’t come?’   

Oh god, he hoped not, because Angelus was thrusting into him hard and fast now, continuously brushing over that sweet spot deep inside him, his hand jerking hard on Spike’s cock.  That he was managing to stave off his orgasm was a testament to the younger vamp’s willpower and a desire to please his sire.  

Didn’t mean he wasn’t above begging.  

“Please, Angelus.”  

Spike felt the cool rush of liquid flood his passage as the dark-haired vampire found his release, and whimpered in agony.  

“Please,” he begged again.  

It was the second please that broke through the haze that had surrounded Angel, hips thrusting spasmodically as he poured himself inside his lover. His eyes opened and looked down at the picture his childe made.  The younger vamp’s face was wreathed in a mask of pain-filled pleasure, fangs digging into his bottom lip where he wrestled with himself not to come.  

“Come with me, sweet boy,” Angel whispered.  

And that was all it took for Spike to give in to his body’s demands. Coating his pale, bare stomach as well as his sire’s hand with his spendings.  Thoroughly sated, the two lovers collapsed against each other onto the worn carpet.  

“God, I missed ye, Will,” he confessed and drew the smaller vamp into his arms.  They nuzzled together, neither willing to let the other go just yet.  

Eventually, reality intruded and Angel spoke.  

“It’s gonna be light soon.  You’ll need to get some blood for your childe,” he spoke matter-of-factly.  “The two of us are not going to be able to slake her thirst.”  

Spike nodded and moved to pull away to throw some clothes on, but the elder vamp’s grip tightened about him, holding him in place.  He lifted his head to look at his sire as his face shifted back into his human mask, a silent question on his face.  He watched as Angelus’ demon retreated, took note of the wariness of his brown gaze.  

“I’ve a…”  Angel hesitated for a moment, unsure if he should make the offer.  “I’ve an arrangement with the local hospital,” he said finally, and seeing no signs of disdain upon the younger vamp’s face, proceeded.  “He keeps me supplied in human blood and I make sure none of the workers get hurt during deliveries.  We could…”  

“Alright.”  

“Just like that?” Angel asked, confused.  

Spike leaned up and brushed his lips lightly over his sire’s.  

“Told ya.  I love you.  If this is what it takes…well, come on…time’s a wastin’.”  

Spike gave Angelus a hard peck to the mouth and pulled away.  Rising quickly to slip into his discarded clothing.  Angel was a little bit slower, stealing glances at his childe while he dressed, as if unable to believe that Spike was there, that they were together again.  

And that the younger vamp seemed willing to bag it for him.  At least for now.  

Finally dressed, Angel forced himself not to let out a possessive growl when Spike sat on the bed next to the Slayer and brushed a stray lock of hair behind her ear.  She didn’t react to his touch; it would be a while yet before she rose.  He felt guilty for the jealousy that seemed to be eating at him, even though he didn’t have the right.  He’d been the one to walk away.  Disappear without a trace, leaving his boy alone, and as he’d come to find out, doubting of his love.  

But, he’d never stopped.  

As the years slipped by and he struggled under the oppressive weight of the soul he’d been cursed with, he’d often dream about Spike and what he was doing.  If he’d moved on, forgotten him.  

That he hadn’t, that the younger vamp loved him still...  

He vowed right then that he’d be worthy of it.  He’d make this work – the three of them.  

He loved his boy.  And, a part of him had loved Buffy.  She’d been his guiding light in a sea of murkiness.  Now, he’d be hers.  Between him and Spike, he’d help her cope with what she’d become.  

~*~*~*~*~  

Spike rose from the bed, and without a word, the two vampires slipped into the night.  Angel led the way since he was familiar with the city, and the route they’d need to take to avoid detection.  

Like Spike had said, the Anointed One wasn’t going to be happy that the Slayer wasn’t dead, but turned.  Her blood would have gone a long way in aiding his cause.  Only now… now she was the childe to an unpredictable master vampire.  One all but mated to an ensouled vampire bent on balancing the scales to the side of good.  

To say them being discovered could have dire consequences was an understatement.  Angel would not rest easy until they were once more secured behind the relative safety of Spike’s hotel room.  

~*~*~*~*~  

Spike held the ice chest filled with blood with one hand as it rested on his shoulder, using the other to fiddle in his pocket for the room key.  His fingers finally closed on the piece of plastic and he pulled it out and tossed it to Angelus so that his sire could open the door.  Once inside, he set the chest down near the bed.  

It was nearly dawn, and with the Slayer’s blood filling his veins, and his body sated after the frenzied lovemaking with his sire, the pull of sleep was too powerful for Spike to resist.   

For the second time that night, his clothes were shucked with all possible haste.  Before Angelus could even think to object, he’d had his sire’s jacket and shirt discarded and was quickly working on the fastening of his pants, letting them slide down the large male’s legs to pool at his feet.  Spike knelt down and removed shoes and pants, then led them towards the bed.  He slipped in first and pulled his sire in behind him, so that he lay in the middle between him and the Slayer.  Settling the covers over all three of them, he curled into his sire and nuzzled his chest, for the first time in a long while, content.  

“Love you, Angelus,” he mumbled with his eyes closed, already halfway to slumber.  

“Love you too, Will,” Angel replied as he wrapped his arms around his childe and drew him even closer.  

It was a long while before Angel slept.  Too many thoughts plagued his mind to allow him to sleep just yet. The watcher’s reaction. Her friends’.  Buffy’s rising.  The adjustments they’d all have to make.  

Eventually, though, he drifted off, and surprisingly, his worries about the future didn’t plague his dreams.

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