Pairing: Spike/Angel
Summary: Sequel to A Childe Reborn. Angel welcomes his new childe home.
Feedback: Yes, please.
E-mail: jtzidanic@webtv.net
Distribution: If you want it just ask.
Disclaimer: Characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Thanks: Big one to Mel for the beta.
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The ride back to LA had been peaceful. Spike slept the whole way there, his body using the blood Angel had given him to finish healing from the ordeal it had just survived. Sire's blood is a potent healing elixar, so by the time they arrived at the Hyperion, he was completely recovered. Physically, anyway. Time would tell how the Rebirth had affected Spike mentally.
When they arrived at the hotel it was late, and Angel was happy to see everyone had gone. That was one problem he could put off, for a few hours anyway. At least it would give him time to get Spike settled in before he had to face his friends. He really wasn't looking forward to that. It wasn't going to be pretty. Sighing, he pushed those thoughts away for later.
He picked up the bundle that was his sleeping childe, and carried him straight into the bathroom. He was understandably filthy from his rising, and there hadn't been time to clean him before leaving Sunnydale.
Angel laid his childe on the bathroom floor, and started running him a bath. As the tub filled with water, he reached down, and started to undo the cocoon Spike had made of the blanket. He chuckled softly to himself. William always did like to wrap himself up like a mummy when he slept. It made him feel more secure, when he couldn't feel his sire's arms around him.
When Spike was free of the blanket, Angel picked him up, and lowered him into the water. The shock of the hot water touching his cool skin woke Spike up. Startled, his eyes flew open and he tried to get up quickly. Angel caught him, and held him still. "Shhh, Childe. You're safe. I'm here." And then Angel started to purr.
As soon as Spike heard his sire's voice, and the gentle purring, he quieted and settled back down into the water. He relaxed, and let the heat of the water warm his body.
Angel picked up a sponge and lathered it with soap. The scent of sandlewood filled the little room. The smell reminded them both of memories of long ago. Angel washed his childe slowly, enjoying the feel of hard, smooth flesh that felt familiar to the touch. The hard pebbling of a nipple, the hills and valleys of well-toned, abdominal muscles, the slope of a pelvis, and the sharp point of a hip. All familiar. Burnt into his memory for all time.
He moved down further to Spike's now hard, dripping cock. He ran the sponge first up one side, and then down the other. He took the cock in his hand, and pulled back the foreskin, exposing the bulbous head. He held the sponge over the tip, and squeezed, watching as the soapy water ran over it like a waterfall.
Spike sucked in a quick breath, and held it. He was in sensory overload. Everything in this little room screamed 'sire'. The smell of sandlewood. The feel of the hands running over his body. The familiar way they touched him, in all the right places. But especially, the scent of his sire's arousal.
Spike had to fight his body's desire to thrust into his sire's hands. He knew he wasn't allowed to move without his sire's permission. And after his last, most memorable punishment, he was in no hurry to make his sire mad again. He couldn't hold back the moan, however, when Angel ran his thumb over the tiny slit on the head of Spike's weeping cock. His eyes flew up to his sire's face, afraid he would be punished for this slight disobedience.
Angel, however, just gave him a little smirk. Feeling the fear subside, Spike gave his sire a little smile in return. Sometimes it was easy for Spike to forget this was Angel, and not Angelus. There would be rules, and there would be punishments if he broke those rules, but there would not be malicous cruelty. Not with his new sire.
'New sire.'
The thought hit Spike like a ton of bricks. Angelus was no longer his sire. Angel was. Spike now belonged to Angel.
'Angel's.'
Spike looked at his new sire, really looked at him, for the first time. As if he could sense what Spike was feeling, Angel reached out and took Spike's chin in his hand, lifting it until they were looking each other in the eye.
"You are mine, Childe. MINE. I am your sire now. ME. NOT ANGELUS. The past is no more. Do you understand?"
Spike looked into Angel's eyes, and saw the truth there. "Yes, Sire. I understand. I am yours."
Angel released his chin, and ran his fingers through Spike's hair. Gripping his childe by the scruff of his neck, he shook him lightly. "Good boy." Angel kissed him softly on the forehead. "Over," he ordered.
Spike sat up, and turned over in the tub. He raised himself up onto his hands and knees. His body shivered slightly, at the feeling of being exposed for his sire.
Angel ran his eyes over his childe's body. He was so beautiful. All hard muscle and sharp angles. The black tattoo Angel marked him with stood out in contrast to the pale flesh of Spike's back. Angel couldn't resist running his finger over the tattoo, tracing the endless line. Very slowly. Watching his childe's reaction.
Spike tensed slightly when Angel first placed his finger upon the tattoo. Little sparks of energy tingled throughout his body. As Angel traced around the first circle, the feeling started to intensify. Spike started to pant for unneeded air, and his cock dripped with precum.
Angel was fascinated by Spike's reaction. He could smell his childe's arousal building. He continued his journey, slowly, wanting to see just how far he could push him.
The little sparks were quickly turning into full-blown fireworks. Spike was literally seeing stars behind his eyes. He had never felt anything this intense before, and he was quickly losing control. "Sire, please," he groaned. Angel just continued the slow, torturous journey. Spike's body started trembling with need. He was going to explode. He couldn't believe this. His sire hadn't even touched his cock, and he was going to cum. "Please, oh, god, Sire, please."
Angel's cock grew painfully hard at the sound of his childe begging, but he ignored his own need. "What is it you need, Childe?"
Spike was now shaking so hard he was fighting to stay in position and not fall on his face. "Plea....please, Sire. N-Need to cum. PLEASE!"
Just as Angel's finger finished its journey and settled in the center of the tattoo, right over the letter 'A', he whispered, "Now."
Spike's back arched, his head flew back, and he howled. "Aaaargh, Sssiirre!" His body convulsed, as his cock shot stream after stream of cum into the water.
Angel wrapped his arms around Spike. He held his childe steady, until his orgasm ended and Spike was able to calm himself. Keeping one arm under Spike for support, Angel started purring, and stroking him gently along his back. 'Mine. He's really mine.'
When Spike's panting started to subside, Angel picked the sponge up and continued to bathe his childe. He washed the well-muscled back, careful to avoid the tattoo this time. The motion of the sponge caused Spike to relax, and rest his weight on his sire's arm. Angel lowered his arm, and Spike's shoulders follow. This new position raised his ass into the air.
"Open," Angel ordered, and Spike spread his legs wide, opening himself. Angel ran the sponge over the firm, pale globes, moving in little circles. When the sponge swept over Spike's crack, it brushed his puckered hole, and caused him to moan. He repeated this action several more times, until he could smell his childe's arousal building once again.
Dropping the sponge back into the water, Angel picked up the bar of soap. He swirled it around in his hand until his fingers were coated in a thick lather. He released the soap, and reached between Spike's legs to fondle his sac. He lathered the soft skin, caressing one ball, and then the other.
Spike's cock became hard, yet again. He lifted his ass further into the air towards his sire. Angel chuckled lightly at Spike's blatant begging for more. He smiled a not-quite-evil smile, leaned forward, and licked that beautiful hole.
"Yesss," Spike hissed, and tried to push himself back onto Angel's tongue. He yelped, and froze, when he felt his sire nip his cheeck on the tender spot near his crack.
When Angel was sure Spike would not move, he licked his childe from balls to hole. He loved the way Spike tasted. His childe's essence sang of whiskey, male musk, and something sweet, something just Spike.
He wrapped his hand firmly around Spike's balls to hold him still. Then he swirled his tongue around the puckered opening, massaging the tight muscle, willing it to relax, and let him in. When he felt the muscle give, he pushed his tongue forward, entering his childe as deeply as possible.
Spike felt like he was stuck between Heaven and Hell. The sensations his sire's tongue was creating were driving him crazy. It had been so long, too long, since he felt anything this good. But if he didn't get more soon, he was going to lose his mind.
Angel started moving in and out of that sweet hole, fucking his childe with his tongue. He could hear Spike breathing again, and his body was vibrating with pent-up energy. He knew his childe was fast approaching his second orgasm, and trying to stay in control.
He removed his tongue completely, and Spike whimpered at the loss. He released his childe's balls, and moved his soapy fingers up to the now empty hole. Without hesitation, he slid two fingers into the little, puckered opening, stretching it wide.
"Angel, Sire, please," Spike whimpered, unable to stand it any longer. "Please, Sire. More."
Angel removed his fingers, added a third, and began to fuck his childe's hole, fast and hard. He shifted direction slightly, just enough to hit that little nub inside Spike's soft passage.
Spike's body tensed, and he wailed, "Siiiiiire!" His ass muscles clenched hard, trying to squeeze Angel's fingers, and pull them in deeper. "More! Harder! Please, Sire! Make me cum, please!"
Angel yanked his fingers from Spike's ass. "NOOO!" Spike wailed. Angel ripped the front of his pants open, releasing the weeping monolith from its bindings. He lifted his distraught childe from the bath, and without any further preparation, impaled him on his rock-hard cock.
"Aaaaeeeeyyyyaahhh!" Spike screamed, as he felt his hole suddenly invaded, by something a whole lot bigger than three fingers.
Angel quickly wrapped his hand around the base of Spike's cock, and squeezed hard to stop him from cumming.
"Fuck! Sire! Fuck!" Spike gasped. His balls felt like they were going to explode. He gripped the arms that held him still, and tried to relax.
When Angel felt Spike relax, he released his cock, and started moving inside that tight passage. He knew it wouldn't take long to get Spike back on the edge of his orgasm. He gripped Spike's hips, lifted him up, and then brought him down hard onto his cock. Spike gasped, and groaned. Angel leaned over his shoulder, and whispered into his ear, "Who am I?" Then he repeated his previous move, slamming Spike down hard on his cock.
"Sire!" Spike cried out. "You're my sire."
"Who do you belong to?" Angel whispered, then slammed him down again.
"Aargh! Oh, fuck, Sire! You, I belong to you. Only you. Always you." Spike was panting uncontrollabley now, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. He was so close.
"MINE!" Angel growled. He gripped Spike's hips hard enough to bruise bone, and started pounding into his childe. With every thrust he would growl. Thrust. "Mine." Thrust. "You." Thrust. "Are." Thrust. "Mine." Thrust. "My Childe." Thrust. "Always!" Thrust.
"Yes! Oh, fuck, yes! Always, Sire! Yours! Always!" Spike chanted as Angel bored into him mercilessly.
Angel knew he was about to cum. He bit down hard on his childe's neck, and let the taste of his blood carry him over the edge. "Mine!" He roared into his childe's neck, as he filled his passage with his cold seed.
"Yours!" Spike threw his head back and roared, his cum shooting into the air.
Angel held his childe close to his chest, as they came down from their after-orgasm high. When he thought he could stand without collapsing, he pulled himself from Spike's ass, and lifted him up in his arms.
Spike was limp, every bit of his energy spent. He nuzzled up against Angel's chest, closed his eyes, and purred in contentment.
Angel carried Spike into the bedroom, and laid him on the bed. He stripped out of his clothes, and climbed in next to him, pulling the blankets up, covering them. He sliced his breast with his nail, and pulled his weak childe close. "Drink, Childe."
The smell of sire's blood called to Spike. Without even opening his eyes, he covered the wound with his mouth, and started suckling. It didn't take long for Spike to feel sated, and fall asleep. His sire's breast still pressed to his lips.
Angel watched his newborn childe. He wondered if the Watcher's Council would be surprised to know just how much newborn vampires and newborn humans were alike.
He kissed his childe on the head, breathing in his scent. "Welcome home, Childe," he purred. Wrapping himself protectively around his little one, he closed his eyes, and fell asleep. For the first time since the soul, Angel slept peacefully.
~Fin~