Title: Thanks with Tears Author: Janet Lynn (janet324@attbi.com) Rating: NC-17 Pairing: W/S/A Thoughts indicated by ~~ Song indicated by italics. The song is Runaway Train by Oleander. Chapter 10 Willow sat in shock. She couldn't believe the exchange she had just watched between the two vampires. She watched Angel weeping for a few moments before standing and walking over to gently begin stroking his dark hair. Angel reached out and grabbed the girl around the waist as though she were a lifeline. He sobbed into her chest as he clutched her close to him. He was holding her so tight that Willow thought she might lose her footing, so she slowly lowered herself so that she was sitting in the dark vampire's lap. "Shhh, Angel," she whispered. "It's alright. He's just angry right now. You know he didn't mean all those things." "Yes he did," Angel whispered between sobs. "You heard him. He's been thinking about this for a while. He hates me." "He doesn't hate you, Angel," the redhead whispered into his soft, sable hair. "He needs you. You need to do something to show him that you don't hate him. You have to talk to him." "I can't," he sobbed. He was beginning to calm down, but the tears continued flow down his pale cheeks. "I...I can't." "Angel," Willow said forcefully as she grabbed the vampire's face and wrenched his face up to look her in the eyes. "If you are his Sire, then you have to be the one to fix this. He needs you and by the way you are acting, it seems like you need him too." "I don't know how to fix this," Angel desperately whispered. He never felt so confused. "If he doesn't think that you are his Sire anymore, maybe you have to do something to show him that you are his Sire," the redhead whispered staring into his chocolate eyes. "Yeah," he whispered quietly, as an idea slowly began to form in his mind. "I think there is something I can do to make him see that I am his Sire." He took a deep breath to calm himself and slowly he wiped the tears from his eyes. "Thank you Willow," he whispered as leaned forward placed a chaste kiss on her tender lips. After the shock of the kiss, Willow stood up and let Angel stand. He rubbed the girl's shoulders for a moment before turning to walk upstairs, to go and reclaim the childe he had abandoned so many times. *** Angel stood before the door to his childe's room, listening to the music blaring from inside. He shook his head. Spike had always turned to music to help express his emotions. That was one thing that had always amazed him about his childe. He was so emotional, so different from all other vampires. Maybe that's why he loved him so much. ~Love him?~ Angel wondered. ~Where had that thought come from?~ He tried the door and realized that this time, Spike had locked him out. That didn't matter though; Angel had a master key that opened every room in the hotel. He reached in his pocket and pulled out the key ring. Slipping the key in the lock, Angel opened the door and silently slipped into the dark room. He looked around and was surprised to find he couldn't find Spike. After reaching out through their weak Sire/Childe bond, he realized Spike was in the bathroom. As he leaned against the door for a moment to collect his emotions, he listened to the song Spike was playing. Maybe that could give him an idea of what Spike was thinking. It's the corner that you turn It's a lesson that you learn in time It's a worry that you feel Another scar that you conceal from sight Have I been away to long for me to say? Have I been away to long for things to change? From a runaway train Caught beneath the wheels of a runaway train. Angel's breath caught in his throat. That how Spike felt, everything is happening so fast for him, he feels out of control. He inhaled and smelt the tears coming from the bathroom. Spike was crying. Every moment of the day I feel it crumbling away if I I only have myself to blame For all the cracks within the frame that I find Have I been away to long for me to say? Have I been away long for things to change? From a runaway train Caught beneath the wheels of a runaway train. I know how it feels to be a runaway train. The dark vampire sighed as the last strains of the song died away before licking over to repeat. He wondered if he would be able to do what he thought was necessary to have his childe back. He leaned his head back to collect his thoughts and banged it on the door. He took a deep breath to calm himself when he smelled it...blood. Spike's blood was heavy in the air. "Spike!" he cried as he burst into the bathroom. He was surprised to find his childe in the bathtub and a dagger in his hand. Spike had removed his shirt and had made several long, shallow cuts on his arms and chest. The blood trickled from the wounds, down the pale flesh and towards the tub's drain in small red rivers. Angel threw himself down next to the tub and grabbed Spike by the shoulders and yelled at him, "Spike! What are you doing?" He waited for a response but all he heard was Spike's constant chanting "Not my Sire...not my Sire...not my Sire." No matter what he did, Angel couldn't get Spike to look at him or even acknowledge his presence. He couldn't take to any longer. Quickly he reached down, yanked the dagger out of his hand, picked the blonde up his arms and pulled him out of the tub. He had to get Spike out of here and into his room. As he passed the CD player, Angel hit the off switch and threw open the door. He swiftly lead them to the door to his suite and threw the door open. He quickly moved through the sitting room and into his bedroom. He laid Spike down on his bed and looked at the damage the man had caused. He was pleased to see that Spike hadn't cut himself too badly. The cuts were shallow but long and were still weeping blood. Knowing what he needed to do to stop the bleeding, Angel leaned over the blonde's prone form and began to lick his self-inflicted wounds. As he licked closed each cut, he could hear the moaning coming from the form beneath him. Angel sighed as he realized that he hadn't lost too much blood. He didn't have much to lose in the first place, but at least the amount he lost wouldn't be enough to make him weak. Once all of Spike's cut were closed, Angel looked down at the motionless form. He leaned over the man and prepared to wake him. "William," he whispered in an almost forgotten Irish brogue. "William, me boy. It's time to wake." Slowly, Spike's eyes fluttered open and looked into Angel's chocolate eyes. He was confused. He sounded like Angelus, but the hair was wrong. He was going to say something, but the vampire above him stopped him with a gentle finger against his lips. "Shhh, William," he whispered. "Ye know what ye are now, boy?" Spike only nodded. This was exactly what Angelus had said to William when he brought him home after he rose from the ground. "Do ye know who I am?" the older man whispered trailing his nose around Spike's head and face, as if memorizing his scent. Again, Spike only nodded, waiting to see where this was going. "You'll be calling me...Angel." He had almost said Angelus, but he didn't want Spike calling him that. This was a whole new start for them and he wanted Spike to acknowledge him, not Angelus. Angel felt like he was suddenly back in time. He remembered the night William had risen from his grave and Angelus had brought him home. He had smelled of damp earth and old blood. But now, Spike smelled of pain and misery. "I'm yer Sire, me boy," he continued as he let his fingertip graze lightly over the man's exposed chest. "My childe, Druscilla found you, but now, I'll be claiming ya and makin' ya mine." Spike's eyes got wide at the words. He couldn't believe Angel was doing this. Was he really going to claim him again? Was that even possible? He was pulled out of his thoughts by Angel's words. "Are you payin' attention, boy?" Angel questioned. Spike nodded again, waiting to see what Angel was going to do next. Slowly, Angel leaned down and began to lick the younger man's small nipples. Spike moaned at the feeling. Angel's tongue was rough and smooth at the same time, causing the flesh to pucker into tight buds. Feeling the responsive flesh in his mouth, Angel bit gently with blunt teeth "Yes," Spike hissed through clenched teeth and reached up to grab the dark hair in front of him. Angel chuckled as he reached up and removed the pale fingers from his hair and forced Spike's arms back down to the bed. "No touching yet, me boy," Angel whispered against the pale flesh as he continued his exploration of Spike's body. He slowly licked and nipped down from the hard nipples down towards the soft dip of the man's navel. Angel flicked his tongue swiftly down into the pit and nibbled lightly. Spike had almost forgotten how much Angel liked navels. It was almost like a fetish for him. It took all of Spike's self control to not grab a fistful of the soft, sable hair and force Angel there for a long while. Angel knew that Spike wouldn't be able to take much more of this kind of torture, if his memory was correct. So, before he continued, he quickly removed himself from the bed and stood beside it staring at the prone form laying before him. It took Spike a few moments to register the loss of his tormentor, but suddenly he opened his eyes to look at the man staring at him. "Ya like what ye see?" Angel asked with a smirk on his stunning face. Spike nodded and waited for what he knew would be next. "Undress me." The command was simple and direct. Spike knew there was no way he could deny him, so he knelt quickly on the bed and reached for the buttons on Angel's shirt. Deftly, he opened all the buttons and slid the shirt from Angel's shoulders. Next, he tugged the undershirt from his pants and pulled it over his head. He made quick work of the belt and the front of Angel's pants. He pulled the pants down, but realized that Angel still wore his shoes, so Spike quickly scurried off the bed and knelt at the dark vampire's feet. He pushed at Angel's hips to let him know to sit down so he could finish undressing him. Once Spike had removed the shoes and socks, he reached up and pulled the pants and silk boxers from the strong muscular legs of the man in front of him. Completely naked, Angel stood and reached out his hand to the man kneeling before him. Spike took the offered hand and slowly stood before the taller man. "Strip" Angel commanded. Without question, Spike's pants quickly fell away, joining Angel's clothes scattered on the floor. Both men now naked, stared at each other for a moment. Spike wondered if Angel was really going to go through with this. But all thoughts were quickly pushed aside when Angel quickly reached out and grabbed him by the head and kissed him with more passion than Spike thought possible. Angel was lost in the kiss. It had been much too long since he had this connection with his childe. He never realized how much he missed it until that moment. He devoured his mouth, teasing with his tongue, enjoying the taste he had almost forgotten. Angel pulled away suddenly and looking into the cerulean blue eyes that were flecked with gold. "Yer going to be mine, boy," he whispered huskily. "On the bed." Spike complied without question. He crawled onto the bed on his hands and knees and waiting for Angel to join him. "Just beautiful," Angel whispered as he admired the amazing body before him. He reached over and slowly began to caress his childe's tight, pale buttocks. "So lovely, me boy." Angel leaned over and, as he gently parted the pale cheeks, placed a delicate kiss on Spike's tight, puckered hole. Spike moaned loudly at the feeling of his Sire's lips him. Angelus had never done that before, but it was driving him crazy. Spike leaned back against the tender lips, trying to get more of the wonderful feeling. Angel took the hint that the blonde was giving and slowly snaked out his tongue to trace the tight muscles under his lips. Hearing Spike begin to purr, Angel dipped his tongue past the ring of muscle to penetrate his childe. "Gods, Angel," Spike cried out. He was so hard he thought he might burst, and Angel's tongue was taking him to places he had never been before. Suddenly, the pleasurable tongue was gone and Spike whined at the loss. Angel chuckled at the sound coming from his childe as he stood and moved toward his bedside table. Opening the top drawer, he reached in and grabbed the bottle of massage oil he kept there. Coming back to the man on the bed, Angel quickly covered his fingers with the oil and began to trace the vampire's delicate hole. Spike cried out incoherently as he felt a slick finger enter him. The pain was quickly replaced by an incredible amount of pleasure. Angel smiled as he felt Spike moving in time with the thrust of his finger and gently added a second. "Has anyone been here since me, boy?" Angel asked. He didn't know why he asked, but he felt he needed to know. "No," Spike gasped in between thrusts. "Good," Angel whispered as he added a third finger, trying to stretch the tight passage to accommodate him. Slowly, he curled his fingers around to find that special spot inside. Spike suddenly arched his back and cried out. Angel knew he found it and made sure that with each thrust, he hit that perfect little nub. Spike thought he might pass out from the pleasure, but he couldn't cum, not yet. He wanted this to last. Knowing that his childe was close, Angel pulled his fingers from that delicious hole and placed a gentle kiss on it. He chuckled at the disappointed sound coming from the blonde at the loss of the fingers that were giving him so much pleasure. Spike knew what was coming next, but he wasn't sure that he was ready. He remembered what happened when Angelus had claimed him after he was turned, but this wasn't Angelus, this was Angel. He wondered what he was going to do. Angel crawled onto the bed to kneel between the blonde's spread legs. He used he knees to spread him more, to give him better access. He reached for the bottle of oil and generously covered his hard cock. He positioned his head at the waiting vampire's hole and paused. "Who am I?" he whispered, waiting for an answer. "Angel," Spike answered. "No," Angel practically growled as he pressed forward gently. "Who am I?" Spike knew what he wanted to hear, he just didn't know if he could say it. He felt Angel pull away slightly and whimpered at the loss. "Who am I?" Angel asked again, letting a harsh tone bleed into his voice. "I'll not be asking ye again." "Sire," Spike whispered as he felt Angel lean forward and push the head of his large cock past the tight ring of muscle. "Bloody hell!" he cried out feeling the intrusion. It was wonderful. Angel moaned at the feeling of his childe around him. He was just as tight as the first time when Angelus claimed him. "So tight, childe," he whispered. "Please," Spike cried out. "More please." "Anything for me boy," Angel replied before pushing forward and encasing himself completely in the blonde below him. Slowly, the two men began to move as one. Spike noted the difference between Angel and Angelus. Angelus had never bothered with lube or cared enough to take things slow with William, even though he knew he was a virgin. Now, Angel was being gentle, almost too gentle. Spike began to push back harder against the dark vampire pressing into him. He wanted more. He needed more. The moans of the two men echoed through the room as their movements became more powerful and passionate. *** Willow wondered what the two vampires were talking about. Spike was so angry when he left and Angel had been so sad. She wanted to help, but didn't know how. Slowly, through the bond she shared with Spike, she began to hear sounds, and they frightened her. She hoped Angel hadn't lost his temper and tried to hurt Spike, or the other way around. She decided she had better go check on them. Reaching the door to Angel's suite, she stopped and put her ear to the door to see if she could hear anything. She thought she heard a gasp and maybe Spike's voice. ~Is he crying?~ she wondered. She decided she would just peek in to make sure everything was okay. Slowly entering the room, she shut the door quietly before looking into the room. They weren't in the sitting room, but Willow's attention was suddenly turned toward the bedroom just beyond. She froze at the sight. Directly in her sight on the bed, she saw the two vampires. Spike was on the bed on hands and knees with Angel behind him. She heard Angel speak. "Who am I? I'll not be asking ye again." Spike answered, "Sire," and then Angel was inside the moaning man. Willow clapped her hands over her mouth to keep herself from moaning out loud. She had never seen anything so erotic in her whole life. They were beautiful. They were both perfectly built, with straining muscles and pale skin that made them looked like marble. She watched as Angel grabbed a hold of Spike's hips and began a slow rhythm of thrusts. Spike's cock swung down below him, angry and purple from the lack of relief. Willow watched it with fascination. The two men had whispered other things that Willow could not make out. She watched as they increased their pace and their moans and pants became louder and more wanton. Suddenly she felt very hot and felt her panties become very wet as she rubbed her thighs together to give herself some more friction. Afraid that she might get caught watching the erotic scene, the redhead slowly opened the door and slipped out of the suite without disrupting the rutting vampires. *** Angel was so close, but he wanted this to be perfect for Spike. He deserved it. He leaned over the pale body and whispered in the blonde's ear. "Who I am?" "Sire," Spike practically shouted. He wanted this so bad, he would say anything. "Who's Sire?" Angel asked, lost in the sensation. "My Sire!" Spike shouted. "Please Sire! Take me! Claim me!" "Yes childe!" Angel cried. He reached around and gripped Spike's aching cock and pumped it harshly in time with his thrusts. He felt Spike's muscles contracting around him at the beginning of his orgasm. Angel reached up with his free hand and pulled Spike's head back and growled in his ear, "Mine. Do you understand, boy? Mine!" Angel plunged his fangs into Spike's corded neck and pulled two mouthfuls of his childe's blood into his mouth as he filled his bowels with his cold seed, thus reclaiming him as his childe, his favored one. Spike cried out as he spilt over Angel's hand and onto the sheet below him, lost in the immense pleasure he was feeling. As the two men fell to the bed, exhausted from their coupling, Spike felt the tears falling down his cheeks. Angel slowly pulled out of his childe and gathered him into his arms and cried with him. "I'm sorry, Sire," Spike whispered in between gasping breaths. "Shhh, William," Angel soothed, stroking the man's back and hair, reverting back to his normal voice. "Never again. I'll never abandon you again. Here, drink." Angel knew Spike had lost a lot of blood and he didn't want his childe to be sick. Spike slowly reached up and delicately sank his fangs into Angel's neck and took several deep swallows. Feeling satisfied, Spike pulled away and licked the wound closed. Exhausted, Spike collapsed against Angel's chest and snuggled against the purring vampire. Neither had felt so complete. It had been too long. As Spike fell into a deep slumber, Angel sighed and thought about what had just happened. As he took a deep breath, he caught the scent of something. It was arousal. But it was not his or Spike's, it was... "Willow" he whispered to himself. ~Well~ Angel thought. ~This is certainly getting interesting.~ tbc...