DISCLAIMER: Not Joss. Never Joss.
RATING: NC-17...
PAIRING: A/W/S
DISTRIBUTION: anywhere with fic of mine...
FEEDBACK: please.
DEDICATIONS: to Jeannette, as usual... to those who are enjoying this.
NOTES: the ends of S5:B and S2:A never happened like they did on TV. Spike's chip went bad, he turned Willow, Angel got involved, they're all in LA along with a boy named Timmy who is Spike's... descendant??? Well, yeah. * *= emphasis.
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She didn't know quite what was happening, because... the last thing she remembered was Angel carrying the limp form of her Sire into the bedroom. Then... nothing. She groaned softly, and when she realized that she was laying down, she tried to rise, instinctively. That was when she noticed the chains. Her eyes flew open, and she stared curiously at the thick manacles fastened tightly around her wrists. What had happened? Sound and colour flooded her, her head swimming at the sudden-ness, and she couldn't help looking to the side when she heard the strained whimpers. What the *fuck*?
That a part of him was actually enjoying this was enough to make Spike wish he could stake himself. Unfortunately, that wasn't really an option. He struggled against the metal restraining him, unable to stop the pained moans in his chest as his Sire's long, thick cock slammed hard into the back of his throat again. That that wasn't the worst of it was what really had him mentally cringing. He should never have ignored Angel's rules, he admitted, even as he choked slightly on the seeping head driving deep into his mouth. He didn't know how the big soul-having git had found him out, but... His eyes closed as he felt his own childe's eyes on him, and he truly wanted to die. Just the fact that she was bearing witness to his complete and utter humiliation was shattering. She would never look at him the same way, he knew-- like he was strong, and perfect, and ever so *right* for her. No, that look would be reserved for Angelus, and he *hated* it. It meant... he'd lost her. She would always be his childe, but she'd never... Small tears leaked from the corners of his eyes, even as he prayed for this to be over.
Angelus' eyes were glazed, but that was just fine with him. After all, they should be, what with the things he'd been treating his boy to for the last hour or so. Of course, dear, sweet Spikey had been unconscious for the first fifteen minutes or so, but that was fine, too. It had been just enough time to take the boy's ass roughly, and the blood and cum leaking from his childe's torn anus had made slipping the blunt stake in that much easier. His hands clenched tightly on the headboard, and he forced his raging cock even deeper into Spike's throat, thighs flexing as he strove to slide almost into his stomach. "You *will* be respectful, boy," he ordered yet again, "You *will* do as you're told." He growled when he smelled the tears on Spike's face, then again as his sac tightened wickedly, and he pulled his thick, ready shaft from the cool, wet mouth it had been lodged in. He raised himself a bit, pressing his heavy balls to his childe's full, trembling lips. "Lick them, boy," he demanded, "The way I like it."
Willow's eyes were wide and golden, and she thought that if her heart had still been beating, it would have stopped. Watching Angelus with her own sweet Sire was horrifying, considering the fact that she could feel Spike's anguish. Still, there was something almost arousing about it, too. She swallowed hard as the dark-haired vampire pulled himself from her Sire's wonderful lips, and she sobbed softly as he demanded more from the perfect creature who had made her.
And he had to do as Angelus said. There was no way around it. His tongue crept out, sweeping gingerly over the soft, lightly-haired skin, and his despair only increased when his Sire lowered himself further. His lips opened, and he tried to send his mind somewhere else as that heavy sac slid into the cavern of his mouth. It wasn't possible, though, because Angelus' voice kept pulling him back, and the blond actually sobbed as those balls became tighter, harder. His tongue swirled desperately around, stroking both front and back, and he knew the humiliation wasn't over yet when that tightness became a throbbing and he found his mouth empty, that thick, pulsing shaft poised over his face.
Angelus growled deeply, his eyes closing as he shot streams of cool, viscous seed over his childe's features. His back arched, and he snarled once more as he emptied himself fully. Finally he relaxed, and as his golden eyes opened once more, he smirked down at the blond. "Damn, boy," he said smugly, "You always *did* have an amazing mouth." He laughed low and dark as his childe cringed, then slid down the boy's tense body. His eyes moved to the straining erection the bound vampire was sporting, and he laughed again as he slipped his hands under Spike's hips and flipped him on the bed. "So how's that ass feeling, huh?" He pushed the pale legs apart and gripped the end of the stake tightly, twisting it inside the boy a few times. His grin became sly and amused as he realized the sounds he was hearing were comprised of equal parts pain and pleasure. "How about *now*," he purred, sliding the thick piece of smooth wood in and out slowly.
She'd never truly feared her Grand Sire before, but she thought she did now. Her entire body was tense and desperate to flee, but there wasn't much chance of that, and... she didn't know whether to hope he'd finish with Spike soon because she hated seeing her Sire being treated that way, or... hope he'd be a good long while, and maybe wear himself out before he got to whatever punishment *she* deserved. She had no doubt that it *was* punishment, or that she and Spike deserved it, but... she wasn't looking forward to her turn. Not even a little bit.
"No, no, no, no, no..." Spike was whispering into the pillow. This was the part of his Sire he'd never missed, after all. The part that could make him feel like less than dirt, less than shit, and... still crave more. Because he did. Angelus was moving that stake in him, and fuck if he could keep himself from pressing back into it as much as he could. He could still taste the drops of Sire-cum that had slipped into his mouth, and... "No... no..." he moaned softly, his rabid disgust only intensifying when Angelus' next slow stake-thrust sent him spiraling out of control. His back arched hard, and he shouted loudly into the pillowcase as he exploded roughly against the bed.
And that had been what he was going for, after all. He sighed softly, glad that at least part of it was finally over, and pulled the thick length of blood-streaked wood from his childe's twitching anus before lowering himself over the boy's back and covering him like a blanket. His fingers stroked softly through the short blonde hair as he whispered in Spike's ear. "I'm sorry, lad," he said sincerely, his lips brushing the tear-dampened skin, "But you deliberately disobeyed me. You knew what the punishment would be, didn't you." He sighed again, even more quietly, when his most favoured childe nodded slowly. "Even worse, you got your *childe* to follow along in your footsteps. You told her to lie to me, and she did. That means she has to be punished, too." "Yes," he insisted,when the blond's head began shaking against the sheets. "I can't allow that sort of behaviour, boy. I just *can't*."
Spike was shivering at just the thought of his lovely childe being treated to his Sire's retribution, and because of *him*. Oh, he'd known what could happen if Angel caught on, but he hadn't really expected the soul-having version of his Sire to let Angelus free. He'd figured on more of a rough, angry shag than anything else. That he'd been wrong was entirely his own fault. He hadn't even considered the idea that his childe might be punished by the soul-less one, though, and... "No, Sire," he whimpered, "She didn't know. She didn't know what you might do to her; only what *Angel* would. I didn't tell her..." He swallowed hard, but finally said what he was thinking. "It isn't fair, when she didn't know. *I* knew. Her transgression is mine."
Her brow furrowed slightly at the whispered conversation, although they were speaking so softly, she couldn't make out their words. Still, her Sire seemed to be... all right, she supposed, or... As all right as a demon could be after what he'd just experienced. The big chunk of wood in his ass had been a surprise to her, but then again, she supposed that explained the tears. Any other demon would have been screaming and wailing, she thought admiringly. Still, she wondered what Angelus and Spike were saying.
He was just... stunned. His childe *hated* the kind of discipline he'd just received, and Angelus knew it. It was the reason it was such an effective deterrent, after all, and yet... "You will be punished in her place..." he said wonderingly. He pressed himself a bit harder onto Spike's pale, toned body, almost chuckling when the boy nodded and shuddered. "They were right," he murmured, easing up the pressure. "The Seer and the soul. They were right. You *love* her!" He'd never thought he'd see the day, but there it was, staring him in the face. "More than you ever loved Dru, even." He did chuckle at Spike's half-hearted denial. "Oh, shut up, boy," he smirked, "You never took my wrath for Drusilla's sake, and you know it."
He was tense and unhappy with the knowledge that his Sire was right. His anxious tightness only increased when the larger vampire rolled from his back. All right, he told himself, so maybe I *do* love her. Doesn't mean she has to know it. I don't have to tell her or anything. Besides, he figured, she would be so disgusted by him now that she wouldn't care if he *did* tell her. He closed his eyes tightly, waiting for the next round of discipline, only to find his eyes flying wide open when his Sire's long, thick fingers unlocked him. He rolled carefully onto his side and stared into Angelus' brown eyes, his own becoming swiftly blue. "Sire..?"
She thought it was over, and couldn't help releasing one small sigh of relief. "Um, guys?" she chirped, shaking the chains holding her to the headboard, "Could you... eep!"
Angelus grinned as he watched the large red handprint appear on her pale thigh. "Quiet, little girl," he smirked, "We're still deciding your fate." One brow arched wickedly as he returned his gaze to his childe's confused face. "Ignorance is no excuse, boy," he purred, "But I suppose you have a point. Who *knew* Broody would let me play? Still, the girl has to be punished..." He closed his eyes for a few moments, a thoughtful expression on his face as he consulted the soul. One big hand traveled slowly over his own skin, finally stopping to wrap roughly around his hardening cock. "All right," he said, eyes still closed, "Here's what's going to happen..."
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Her head was still swimming from the loss of blood, her hands gripping tightly at he chains. "Please!" she cried, back arching wildly as Spike and his Sire possessed her fully. She screamed in frustration as Angelus lifted her swiftly from him, then again as her Sire pulled his pulsing shaft from her ass. "Please!" she begged loudly, almost hating them both.
A deep chuckle flew from Angelus' lips, and he smirked wildly. The soul was better at this than he ever would have guessed. It had been a good idea, to take the girl this way repeatedly, and it hadn't even been difficult to turn her onto her belly and then slide beneath her. That his childe was participating made it even better. He held the girl against his stomach, not letting her move until he felt the edge of her excitement fading, then he slammed her down sharply on his raging cock again, his grin still in place as she moaned. "Spike," he ordered.
He almost sighed as he plunged deep into his childe's tight ass yet again, but... this was so much less painful than what *could* have happened. A small groan slipped from him as he pulled back and moved smoothly into her once more, his passage eased by his own slick fluids inside her. It wouldn't really *hurt* the girl, he told himself. After all, being denied her own fulfillment while he and his Sire took theirs repeatedly might be frustrating, but it wasn't dangerous. He rested his chest lightly against her smooth back, his tongue licking wickedly at the seeping bite on her neck, and if her quiet sobs were any indication, Angelus was doing the same at the other side of her neck. He moaned again as the dark vampire's thick cock slid against his inside his girl. "Sire," he growled, feeling Angelus swelling.
They were driving her insane. Feeling them both inside her, moving slowly this time. Feeling the growls in their chests, hearing their wicked grunts as they both strained towards yet another fulfillment while she was denied even one. Add in the sensation of their strong, wet tongues prodding at the wounds they'd given her, and... she was in Hell. Even the small bit of soul within her was trembling with rampant need, and they wouldn't let her cum! "Please..." she tried again, tears falling from her eyes. "I'll never do it again!" she shouted.
Well, that was what Angelus had been waiting to hear. "Swear it by whatever you hold as sacrosanct," he demanded, golden eyes locked on hers; "Swear it by whatever oath you will never break."
Spike stilled along with his Sire, curious as to what his childe would find that binding. Some God or Goddess, he supposed. She was, after all, still a witch-- vampire or not.
Willow nodded desperately, everything within her agreeing to Angelus' demand. She took a swift breath, just so she could get the words out. "I swear to you, Angelus," she uttered frantically, "On my love for my Sire. I will never lie to you again!" She sobbed quietly as her Grand Sire began moving within her again, his thick, coarse curls finally rubbing against her swollen, throbbing clit. "If I lie again," she went on, "May my Sire stake me. May he bathe me in holy water. May he pull my head from my shoulders and cum in my dust..." Her words stopped then, as the Sire she'd been referring to resumed his deep thrusts into her willing ass, and... now that she knew they'd allow her to cum, she could actually enjoy it. "Yes," she moaned softly, her body more tense than she ever could have imagined before, "Yesss..."
She loved him. That was all he could think as he plowed into her perfect ass. 'On my love for my Sire' she'd said. And maybe she just meant the love any childe bore for the one who'd made them, but... he chose to believe differently. His hips moved faster, harder, pistoning roughly into her, and his jaw dropped in amazement as she tightened more than she ever had before. His own growl joined her screamed release as he throbbed, and pulsed, and quaked within her, spewing long, thick ribbons of seed deep into her hungry ass. "Red," he groaned happily, almost as glad as *she* was that she'd been allowed to cum.
Angelus growled angrily as he swelled within the redhead and the soul began slipping back out. It wasn't fair, and he knew it. Of course, he was so much closer to joining with his worse half now that it almost didn't matter. He growled one more time and accepted the decree of 'Angel', sliding back into his rather spacious box.
Angel stared dangerously up into the witch's eyes. "Anything he did went for me, too," he told her, just to be clear. "I won't let you play me, Willow. Understand?"
The redhead nodded quickly, although she was still trembling from the force of her long-denied orgasm. "Yes," she said breathlessly, right before collapsing on Angel's body, unconscious.
Spike pulled himself slowly from his childe's tight asshole and met Angel's eyes. "I get it, too, Peaches," he admitted. "You know I do... *now*."
And Angel couldn't really argue with that. Spike had learned that he was willing to let his demon take over when necessary, and... he didn't think it was a lesson his childe would soon forget. "Good," he finally said. His arm stretched out, and he grabbed his childe, pulling him tight to his side. "Let's not let this change things, okay?"
The bleached blond smirked slightly. "Oh, it'll *change* things, all right, you sodding ponce! It gives me that much more fodder for dark and dangerous dreams, don't it?"
Well, Angel figured, that was Spike all over.
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"Are you *sure* about this?" Cordelia asked again, even as she carried Timmy's small bag into the lobby of the hotel, "Because you were so..."
The blond boy rolled his eyes and snorted. "I was scared. Yeah. But I'm okay now. They're not gonna hurt me unless I deserve it, and I'm not gonna do anything to make them hafta, okay?" He turned away and moved towards the office, wondering who it was he could hear laughing in there. "Hi," he said slowly as he stood in the doorway, eyes closing.
Angel forced himself to pull away from his childe and grand childe, glad that they were all dressed, at least. "Timmy," he greeted, "Glad to see you."
Willow couldn't help smiling at the boy. She'd missed him during his time away, though she'd never admit it. The little bit of soul within her wondered whether it was a good thing that he'd returned, but it was overwhelmed by her demon's sense that this was exactly where the boy belonged. He was her Sire's descendant, somehow, and... where else should he be? With Cordelia? Definitely not. Besides, the kid was fun to have around; he had an enthusiasm for their lifestyle that was seldom seen in mortals. "Hi, kid," she purred, ruffling his hair and grinning when he made an annoyed sound. "Didja have fun with vision-girl?" she teased.
Timmy rolled his eyes again. "Loads," he said sarcastically. His attention moved to the bleached blond vampire, a pleading expression suddenly on his young face. "Can I go watch some cable?" He was out the door like a flash when the man nodded.
Spike grinned wildly as he watched the boy dash off. He smirked slightly, well aware of the fact that Timmy was becoming more like him every day. It wasn't a bad thing, he figured. "What have you been doing to the boy?" he asked the former cheerleader. "He seems awfully excited about watching the tele."
Cordelia sighed hugely. "I *tried* to balance your influence, Spike. Not that he appreciated it." She went on, explaining about 'proper' television shows, and healthy eating habits, not noticing the shocked looks on Spike and Willow's faces. "Well?" she finally demanded, "Did I do a good job, or what?"
The redhead stared wide-eyed at her Sire, and finally nodded shortly. "Right," she said seriously, "I'll call the video store; you get him a burger, or a pizza, or something."
And at least his childe understood, he realized. "Absolutely, pet," he agreed, following her out into the lobby.
"What?" the Seer demanded, glaring at the souled vampire, "I did a good job, didn't I?"
Angel couldn't help smiling, although he forced the laughter in his chest to remain where it was. "Yeah, Cordy," he said, after a minute, "You did a *great* job..." 'if you were trying to make him come back to the hotel,' he finished silently. "Although, I think Timmy's a bit old for Sesame Street." He couldn't quite hold back his chuckles then, and he stood, wanting to leave before offending his Seer by laughing in her face hysterically. "I'll just make sure the boy's all settled in..."
The brunette's brow furrowed as she watched her boss nearly run away. "I swear," she muttered, leaning against the desk, her arms folding across her chest with irritation, "No one appreciates the things I go through... Like it was *fun* not having any *real* food!" She pouted about how misunderstood she was for a few minutes, then shook it off. On the bright side, she'd never have to watch PBS again. It was that happy thought that had her smiling, even as she walked to her own desk in the lobby and booted up her computer. She had work to do, after all.
End.
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