Summary: Sequel to Homecoming. Angel confronts Wesley.
A/N: In my world Angel(us) is Spike's sire. This series takes place at the end of season 6 of Btvs right after the episode with Buffy and Spike in her bathroom. Spike never made it to Africa, so no soul. And for the sake of my sanity, Connor was taken by Holtz but never returned and Wesley is back with AI.
Feedback: Yes please.
E-mail: jtzidanic@webtv.net
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Disclaimer: All Btvs and Ats characters belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy.
Thanks: To Mel my wonderful beta. She makes me look so smart.
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~Part: 1~
Angel woke completely rested and at ease. He couldn't remember the last time he felt this good. He looked down at his sleeping childe and knew he was the reason. His childe, and the new bond they shared, brought his soul great joy, and his demon a renewed sense of purpose.
He nuzzled his childe's soft, curly, hair and inhaled his scent deeply. He couldn't get enough of his boy. He loved the way he felt, the way he smelled, and the way he tasted. So unlike any of Angelus' other childer. So unique. And he was Angel's.
A noise caught his attention. He listened intently. There it was again. He also heard a heartbeat. Wesley was in the lobby. He had come in early for some reason.
Angel sighed deeply and resigned himself to the scene that was to come. It wasn't hard to predict Wesley's reaction to the news of Angel's childe being in the hotel.
Angel knew he would have to tell Wesley and the others about Spike's presence. He just wasn't sure how much to tell them about the latest developments between sire and childe.
He knew he wouldn't be filling them in on Spike's rebirth. That ancient vampire ritual was highly a guarded secret. No other species, demon or human, knew of it. Even in the vampire community, only the oldest masters knew it existed. And that was one line Angel, even with his soul, was not going to cross.
The bonding ritual, however, was a different story. Telling the others that Spike was now bound to him might decrease their anxiety a little. If they believed he could control Spike, they would be more willing to accept him into the group. Not that Angel needed their acceptance, because his childe was not going anywhere, no matter what the others thought or felt. It would just make having to work together easier for them all if he got it.
Angel thought it best if he confronted Wesley down stairs. Having him come up here and stumble across Angel and Spike together would just make things more difficult.
He placed a soft kiss on his childe's head and eased out from under the blankets. Spike mumbled in his sleep and rolled into the spot where his sire had been. After Angel was certain Spike was still asleep, he dressed and left the room, heading downstairs to meet Wesley.
He tried to make a little noise as he went down the stairs, remembering how upset Wes got if he startled him by just appearing. Angel chuckled quietly at that thought, while making sure not to show his amusement on his face.
Wesley looked up as Angel entered the lobby. "Angel, you're back. How was your business trip? All sorted, I hope?"
"Yes. It, um, went as I expected it to. No complications. There've been some developments I need to make you and the others aware of though." Angel tried hard not to let the worry he was feeling show, but he wasn't too sure how well he was doing. Everyone always seemed to see right through him.
Wesley looked interested, but if he suspected anything was amiss he didn't show it. "Really? What type of developments? Oh, unless of course you wanted to wait for the others. I would understand. Cordelia will be here in a hour, I believe. Gunn and Fred are away I am afraid. It's been slow lately, so they took this opportunity to go visit her family in Texas."
Angel just arched an eyebrow at that, then shook his head and let it go. He knew Gunn and Fred had been getting serious. He hoped it worked out for them, they deserved to be happy.
He directed his thoughts back to what he needed to tell Wes. "No. No, that's ok. Gunn and Fred can be updated when they get back. Cordy can be filled in when she gets here. I wanted to discuss this with you first." He made a 'why don't we have a seat' gesture and Wes nodded and followed.
"Very well, Angel," Wes replied. "I'm quite curious to hear what you wish to discuss. You didn't give any indication when you left as to the nature of the business that needed your attention. It was quite spur of the moment. So, please, continue."
"Um, yeah," Angel started, not really sure the best way to say this. "Something happened in, er, in Sunnydale."
This time Wesley's eyebrow rose. "Sunnydale? Something serious? Everyone there is well, I hope. Did Giles call for assistance?"
"No, Giles didn't call. I still have contacts in Sunnydale and one of them called me." Angel took an unneeded breath and mentally prepared himself. "Something happened, and, um, yeah, it was serious. It involved Buffy and Spike." Angel quickly put his hand up to stop whatever Wes was about to say. "Please, just listen."
Wesley closed his mouth and stared at Angel for a second, and then nodded. He would hear Angel out. From the way Angel was behaving it must be important, so he could wait to ask questions.
"Buffy allowed herself to, er, uh, get involved with Spike." Angel heard Wes inhale suddenly, but he stayed quiet. "Appearantly they, uh, spent a lot of time together, but, um, didn't let anyone know what they were, er, doing." Angel felt like he was sitting naked in the middle of the street with all of LA staring at him. Even though he knew what had happened between Buffy and his childe, he never imagined what it would feel like to have to talk about it.
"And I guess Buffy recently decided that it wasn't what she, um, wanted or, uh, needed, or something. So she tried to end it. Needless to say, Spike didn't take it well. Things got...things....um, it was bad."
"Angel?" The concern was obvious in Wesley's voice.
"He tried to force himself on her." Angel spit it out as fast as he could without allowing himself time to think about it.
"Dear Lord!" Wes went pale. "Angel, I'm so sorry. I can't imagine how you must be feeling. And Buffy? Is she ok?"
Angel nodded, "Yes. She's ok. It ended before.....," Angel couldn't say it. "Nothing, um, happened."
"You went there to deal with Spike then?"
Angel wasn't sure if it was a question but he still answered. "Yes. I went there to deal with Spike."
"You dusted him then." Wes stated with certaintly.
"Um, no I didn't dust him. I couldn't." Angel didn't have to look at Wes to know that he had a confused look on his face.
"I see." Wes whispered. Then again, "No, no I don't see. Angel if you didn't dust Spike, what happened?"
"I punished him." At the questioning look on Wesley's face he continued. "I'm not going to go into detail, that's between Spike and me. Just know the punishment more than fit the crime."
"Where is Spike now? Surely Buffy wouldn't want him to stay in Sunnydale after....," Wes waved his hand about, not sure how to say it.
Angel couldn't sit still any longer. He got up and started pacing, looking everywhere but at Wes. "No, he's not in Sunnydale any longer. I couldn't allow him to stay there."
Wes was starting to get a look on his face Angel knew all too well. The one that meant he was going to be the voice-of-reason and Angel was going to be lectured.
"I did more than punish him, Wes. I made sure nothing like that could happen again. I bound him to me." Angel stopped pacing and braced himself.
"YOU DID WHAT?" Wesley jumped up and stood in front of him. "Angel have you gone mad? You bound yourself to another vampire. A vicious killer. What were you thinking?"
Angel could feel his demon rattling his cage, angered by the way Wes was talking to him. He tried to stay calm. "I was thinking, I could fix the situation and not kill my childe. I was thinking, with the bond I could keep Spike under control, and everyone else safe."
"Keep Spike under control!" Wes was no longer pale, his face turning a nice shade of red. "Angel, if you wanted to keep people safe, you should have killed Spike the minute you saw him. He's a soulless killer! He's a monster!"
Angel's anger skyrocketed at Wesley's words. His eyes were rimmed with gold; his body tense with a dangerous calm. He didn't raise his voice, but his words were loaded with menace. "He's my SON."
Wes saw the changes in Angel and somehow knew he had crossed a line. At Angel's words he flinched as though he had been struck, once again paling, as memories of Connor flashed before him. "A-Angel," Wesley was trying to sound calm. "He is Angelus' childe."
"No, Wes. He is MINE. My childe. My son." Angel left no room for doubt, he had claimed Spike.
"Sire?" Spike whispered from the bottom of the steps. He had woke up alone, not sure what he was suppose to do. When he heard the voices downstairs he decided to get dressed and take a peek to see who it was.
Unable to find any of his clothes, he was wearing a pair of Angel's sweats. They looked at least two sizes too big, and made him look like a little boy playing dress-up in daddy's clothes.
When he heard his sire becoming angry he, decided to come down stairs to make sure he was ok. He heard most of the conversation, especially the things Wes had said about him. He was angry with this human for talking to his sire that way, but he didn't show it. He wasn't sure if his sire would be mad that he left the room, so he didn't want to do anything else to make him mad.
Angel spun around at the sound of his childe's voice. He had been so angry at Wes, he hadn't noticed his childe coming down into the lobby. He quickly crossed the room and put himself between his newborn and what might be a threat.
He wrapped one arm around Spike's waist and pulled him forward until he was pressed against him. Turning so he could see Wes out of the corner of his eye, he lifted Spike's face. "Childe what are you doing down here?" The question was stern but there was no anger in Angel's voice.
"I'm sorry, Sire," Spike whispered, still not sure if he was in trouble. "I woke up and you weren't there. I didn't know what to do. Please don't be mad."
"He's here, Angel?" Wesley asked, incredulous. "You brought him here?"
Angel raised himself up to his full height; his body language screamed master vampire. "I brought MY childe home to stay with ME. He is MINE, and he is under my protection. None of you has anything to fear. He will obey me."
"The others won't like this anymore than I do, Angel," Wesley warned.
"Probably not. But they won't have anymore choice in the matter than you do. It is done." That said, Angel picked Spike up. "Back upstairs with you, little one," Angel whispered in his ear.
"Yes, Sire," Spike answered. He wrapped his arms around Angel's neck, and snuggled close. He stared at Wesley over his sire's shoulder. He was still mad at the human for the things he had said about him, and the way he had talked to his sire. He let his true face slip forward, making sure Wesley saw him. Then he did what any self-respecting, one hundred and (cough) year old vampire, being carried like a toddler by their sire, would do. He stuck his tongue out at him.
Wesley's mouth dropped open in surprise. He was utterly flabbergasted. And Spike loved it. 'Still evil,' his demon purred. He chuckled quietly to himself, then laid his head down on his sire's shoulder and enjoyed the ride.
Angel carried Spike straight into the bedroom, and stood him back on his feet by the bed. He romoved the too-big sweatshirt, and then lowered the pants. He smacked his childe twice on his bare, unprotected ass. Spike yelped and jumped, but he didn't pull away. He knew better. "You don't leave this room again without permission. Is that understood?"
"Yes, Sire," Spike answered, lowering his eyes to floor. "I'm sorry, Sire."
"Back in bed, it's too early for you to be awake yet."
Spike jumped back in bed and got under the covers quickly, hoping to avoid any more punishment. He watched his sire undress and climb in next to him.
Angel pulled his childe close. "Are you hungry again?" At his childe's silent nod, he sliced his nipple and pressed it to his childe's mouth. They fell back to sleep in the same position they were in when they woke.
~Part: 2~
Spike woke first this time. He kept his eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his sire's larger body wrapped around him. He felt as though he'd finally returned home after a long journey. And not a very pleasant one, either. Too many years. Years he should've spent side by side with his sire. He shook his head to end the unpleasant thoughts his mind was conjuring. He didn't want to dwell on the past. It was over. Everything was new now.
He opened his eyes and blinked, clearing away the last remnants of sleep. Angel looked as though he was still sleeping, but Spike couldn't be sure. He glanced at the heavily draped window. The shadows told him it was late afternoon. His sire would want to get up and get moving soon. He wasn't sure how much longer Angel's humans would leave them alone. He was almost positive that wanker who was down stairs earlier had run off and told the others. He was surprised no one had come beating on his sire's door to raise hell about him being here.
He remembered the things Angel had said to his human earlier. That Spike was *his* childe, *not* Angelus', and they had no say in his being here. That made him feel better. He didn't have to worry about his sire making him leave just because his pets were upset.
Spike knew, though, that no matter how determined his sire was to have him here, if his humans were upset, Angel wouldn't be happy. Spike sighed quietly. He was going to have to make an effort to be nice to the humans, so they would accept his being here. The thought made him scrunch up his face, stick out his tongue, and shiver, as though he had tasted something really foul.
Angel had been awake, and watching his childe through slitted eyelids. He knew Spike was doing some heavy thinking, but he didn't know about what. When he saw the face his childe made, he couldn't hold back. He laughed out loud, "Wha...what was that all about?"
Spike had been startled by his sire's sudden outburst. He stared at him in wide-eyed surprise, which was soon followed by sheepish embarrassment, and then aren't-I-too-cute-to-have-done-anything-wrong innocence. "Nothing. Did you sleep well, Sire?"
Angel stopped laughing, and squinted at his childe. 'Now, that look is pure Spike,' he thought to himself. 'Hmm, curious. Something to think about later.' "Mmm hmm. Yes, I did sleep well. Thank you for asking." He smiled at his childe, and pulled him into a tight hug. He licked around the shell of Spike's ear, and whispered, "Now what kind of *nothing* could've put that awful expression on your face, Childe?" He nipped lightly at said ear, and ground himself against his childe.
Spike groaned, and pressed his growing erection against his sire as best he could. It was hard to move with Angel's full weight on top of him, pressing him down into the mattress. "It was nothing, Sire. Not important. Mmm, touch me, Sire. Please, touch me," Spike moaned, as he spread his legs further apart to give Angel better access.
Angel placed his larger leg between his childe's spread thighs. He reached down, and ran his fingers up the inside of a sensitive thigh, gently scraping the skin with sharp finger nails. "You want me to touch you, Childe? Touch you down here?" Angel asked, as he caressed the soft, silky skin of Spike's ball sac.
Angel's light touches over Spike's sensitive areas were driving him crazy. He wanted, needed, more. "Yes, Sire. Please. Touch me there. Harder. Please." He tried to push up into his sire's hand.
Angel kept moving his hand, avoiding his childe's attempts to increase the pressure of his touch. "Then tell me, Childe. What were you thinking?" he asked, his face just inches away from Spike's. He was trying to read what was going on inside his childe. Something was bothering him, and Angel wasn't going to allow him to keep it inside.
"Siiire," Spike whined. "Please." He even tried his best pout, as he once again pushed himself against his sire.
Angel looked at the tiny, pink lip being pushed out at him. He smiled at his childe's blatant attempt to sway him. It wasn't going to work, though. He caught the little treasure between his teeth and bit down, breaking the skin. He sucked the injured lip, and his childe's moan of pleasure, into his mouth.
He could taste Spike's blood, powerful and sweet. When the wound stopped bleeding, he released the lip, and thrust his tongue into the waiting mouth. He swirled his tongue over his childe's, allowing him to taste his own blood. When he felt his childe start to moan and writhe beneath him, he pulled his mouth away, and used his own weight to hold his childe still.
Spike's eyes were dilated and rimmed in gold. His chest was rising and falling, as he panted for unneeded breath. The smell of his arousal filled Angel's nostrils. He had his childe right where he wanted him. He would get what he wanted. He was, after all, the sire.
"Tell me, Spike. Tell me now, or I stop." Angel made sure he kept eye contact, not letting Spike look away.
"Sire, please," Spike whimpered.
"Now." Angel's voice was firm.
"They don't like me, Sire. They're not gonna want me here," Spike whispered, lowering his eyes, and pressing his face into Angel's chest.
Angel was furious. This was his childe. His son. Spike had every right to be here, in his home. This was now Spike's home, too. The others had better learn to accept that soon. He would not allow them to make his childe feel unwelcome. If he had to choose, they would not like his decision.
"Look at me, Childe," Angel ordered, lifting Spike's chin. "Hear what I tell you, and know it is so. You are mine. My childe. My son. My heart. You are *all* to me. No one comes between us. Not ever. If the others have a problem with you being here, it is their problem to deal with, not yours. Do you understand?"
Spike's eyes filled with tears, and his heart felt as though it would burst. He was *all* to his sire. Angelus had cared about him. He had been favored, but he had never been Angelus' *all*. *All*. How could such a little word have so much power?
Spike blinked away the tears, and smiled. He reached up, and gently caressed the face of the angel above him. "Yours," was all he said. Nothing more was needed.
Angel licked away the tears trailing down Spike's face. He kissed each eye tenderly. "Mine," he said, with each kiss he placed on his childe's flawless skin.
When he reached Spike's mouth he covered it with his own, consuming it. His childe's lips parted, submitting to him. He plunged his tongue in, instantly dominating his childe's mouth.
Spike groaned at the feeling of being devoured by his sire. He was overwhelmed with the need to submit to the powerful demon on top of him. He wondered, for just a moment, if this need he was feeling had anything to do with the bonding ritual Angel had performed. But then Angel gripped his swelling cock, and all coherent thought left him.
Angel stroked the cock in his hand, squeezing just hard enough to cause precum to ooze from the slit. He swiped his finger over the leaking head, gathering the precious offering. He lowered his hand to the hidden opening, and pressed his slick finger through the tight muscle.
Spike hissed, and arched his back. He spread his legs wider, offering his sire full access to his body. He clenched his muscles around the finger inside him, wishing it were something bigger, more filling.
Feeling his childe's need, Angel removed his finger, and slid his cock in. Not having been stretched, Spike's hole was virgin tight. He closed his eyes, and stilled, enjoying the sensation of soft skin and strong muscle wrapped around him.
When he felt his childe's muscles relax, he pulled out slowly, until only the head of his cock remained inside. He opened his eyes, and took in the sight of his wanton childe spread open beneath him. Spike's eyes were dilated, and glazed over with desire. His head was tilted back and turned slightly to the side, in an act of complete submission. "Beautiful," he whispered to himself.
Angel lifted his childe's legs, and pushed them back until they touched the mattress. Spike dutifully gripped his legs behind the knees to hold himself open. Angel leaned forward, once again embedding himself fully in the tight passage. He wrapped his arms around his childe, and started a slow, loving rhythm.
Spike raised his hips to meet each of his sire's thrusts. His sire's cock, stretching and filling him. Owning him. The outside world ceased to exist. There was nothing except that hard, swollen cock, and the burning, pleasure-pain in his ass. He needed just one more thing to be complete. He turned his head further to the side, exposing his neck completely, and begged, "Please, Sire. Please."
Angel kissed his mark on his childe's neck, and felt Spike's body tremble. He shifted to his true face and bit down, enjoying the sensation of his fangs slicing through flesh. The taste of his childe's blood, and the sound of his childe's cry of pleasure, sent him over the edge. He came, filling Spike's ass with his seed. He reached down and stroked Spike's cock.
"Sire!" Spike cried out, cumming hard, coating Angel's hand and their stomachs.
Angel rolled onto his back, taking the sated body of his childe with him. He carded his fingers through the soft, gold curls resting on his chest. He smiled when the sound of purring reached his ears. His childe was content, no longer plagued with worry. Just as it should be.
Angel knew Wes and Cordy were downstairs waiting for him. He had heard Cordy's heartbeat as soon as she entered the hotel. He would have to go down there and face his friends; but for now, he just wanted to enjoy this moment, and make it last as long as possible.
He closed his eyes, and let the sound of his childe's purring soothe him.
The End