Title:  Three Times a Sire

Author: Janet Lynn (janet324@comcast.net)
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: S/A

Previous parts at:
http://www.geocities.com/stricken_girl/FortheFaithfulEntrance.htm

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Chapter Five


Angel sat back in his chair and sighed.  The day had been long, but very
productive.  He was happy that he had not only found something for Spike to
do, but the blonde had done the job well.  Maybe that was what he needed to
do.  He needed to find something his childe liked to do that was productive
as well.

Reaching into the top drawer of his desk, Angel pulled out the spell book
that he had hidden in the very back of the long drawer.  While everyone else
had been working, the dark vampire had searched through the stacks of texts
that Wesley rarely used.  Now that the former watcher had the immense
resources that Wolfram and Hart had to offer, Angel was sure he would never
miss one book, especially one so benign.

Rubbing his hand over the rough leather, he sighed, hoping that the pages
would reveal the solution he was looking for.  He opened the text to the
previously marked spot and reread the spell carefully.  If he was correct,
the banishment spell should put his demon in its cage permanently and he
would never have to worry about becoming Angelus ever again.

As the door to his office flew open, Angel quickly hid the volume away from
his intruder.  He smiled when he watched his childe saunter into the room.

"Wha'cha doing, luv?" Spike asked as he came around the desk to perch on the
edge.

"Waiting for a pleasant distraction," the brunette said before reaching over
to grab the smaller man around the waist and dragged Spike into his lap.
Angel reached up and cupped the sharp cheekbones, lightly stroking the pale
skin with his thumbs before pulling the unresisting vampire in for a gentle,
probing kiss.  As their tongues met and slipped against each other, Spike
moaned into his sire's demanding mouth.

When they slowly separated, Spike licked his lips before asking, "What was
that for?"

"Just happy to see you," Angel said softly.  "Did you get everything done?"

"Yep!" Spike said, practically bouncing in the larger man's lap.  "Anybody
else you want me to shake down?"

Angel laughed at the younger vampire's glee.  "Not right now, but as soon as
I find someone who needs their kneecaps broken, I'll let you know."  The
dark vampire paused for a few moments before asking, "How would you like
your own office?"

"Really?" Spike exclaimed with a little more desperation than he had
planned.

"Why not?" the smiling vampire replied.  "I hardly ever get to see you when
I'm working.  I kind of like having you here, you know, in a business
capacity."

"Plus it will give us a new place to shag!" Spike exclaimed.

"Yes, it will give us a new place to shag."

"Can I have the office next to yours?" the blonde asked, settling himself
more comfortably in his sire's lap.

"Sure," Angel said, glad that something so simple had made his childe so
happy.  "You want to go and christen your new acquisition?" the dark vampire
said with a smirk.

Spike hopped off his lap and was pulling him up by the hand when Wesley
walked in.  "Sod off, Percy! We've got business to attend to!" Spike
practically growled at the former watcher.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Wesley said, trying to avoid the daggers Spike was
throwing at him with his eyes.  "But we have a meeting in fifteen minutes."

"Shit," Angel groaned as he put his head down on his desk, knocking the wood
soundly with his forehead.  He was sad that he was going to have to
disappoint Spike...again.  He looked up into the azure eyes of his childe and
cursed himself for the disappointment he saw there.  "Spike, I am so sorry
but I have to go to this meeting.  Why don't you go and get your office set
up.  Have Harmony get you whatever it is you need and I'll come and check it
out after the meeting, all right?"

Spike nodded, knowing that no matter what he wanted, Angel was still the
boss man and he had work that needed to be done.  "No problem, pet.  I'll go
and get the new space outfitted right and proper.  Besides, it's all on the
company dime, right?  You can come and disapprove later."  He stopped at the
door and looked back at his lover before closing the double doors behind
him.  He knew that no matter how hard he tried, he was never going to be
first on Angel's priority list.  <Guess I'll just have to learn to deal with
it> Spike thought with a sigh as he headed toward Harmony's desk.

************

Angel sighed heavily as he left the boardroom.  That had to have been the
longest, most boring meeting he had ever been in.  His mind continued to
return to the blonde vampire that he knew was waiting for him.  At one
point, when he was supposed to be paying attention to the large Nargeths
demon that was discussing his clan's contract with Gunn, Angel caught
himself doodling a rather erotic picture of Spike on the corner of the
contract he was supposed to be reviewing.  Unfortunately, the clan's
representative had leaned over and noticed the drawing before Angel had the
chance to hide the offending material.  Luckily, the Nargeths believe in
self expression and apparently approved of Angel's choice of 'mate', or so
Wesley told him through his translation.

The dark vampire had waited until everyone had left before standing and
readjusting himself before leaving to find his childe.  Closing his eyes to
try and locate Spike, Angel smiled when he realized where the blonde was.

As Angel walked through the doors of his office, he smiled when he locked
eyes with his boy, who was waiting for him behind his desk.

"Hello luv," Spike said with a huge smile on his face. "How was the long,
boring meeting?"

"Long and boring," Angel replied.  "What are you doing in my office?  I
thought you'd be taping Sex Pistols posters on the walls of you office."

"Nope!" the blonde said as his large smile got even larger.  "All done."

Angel's eyebrows shot up in surprise.  "You're all done?  Already?"

Spike nodded.  His glee was evident as the tip of his pink tongue poked out
from between his teeth.  "Wanna go see?"

Angel was suddenly very afraid to see what the blonde whirlwind had done to
the space that he now called his own.  Despite his fear, Angel nodded his
head and allowed his childe to direct him to the room next to his own.

Spike stood before the closed door and turned to look at the taller man.
Smiling heartily, he opened the door and stood back, waiting for Angel to
enter.

Angel walked through the door and walked in slowly, looking around in awe.
He couldn't believe what he was seeing.  <This can't be Spike's office> he
thought.  The room had a beautiful, understated look to it that Angel hadn't
associated with the blonde since he began insisting on being called Spike.
This room was William.

The desk that faced him was similar to his own, only smaller and more
ornate.  Even in the low light, Angel was able to see the intricacies that
were etched onto the edges of the sturdy looking rosewood desk.  The top of
the desk was practically bare.  The only exception was a phone and black
flat screen monitor.

One wall of the room was covered with floor to ceiling shelving.  The units
were filled with a large array of items; books, weapons, action figures,
several different styles of lighters.  Angel smiled at the idea of this
strange mixture of Spike and William residing so close to each other.

As he approached the desk, the dark vampire noticed the painting on the wall
opposite the bookshelf.

"Is that..?" he froze and stuttered as he stared at the painting.  He turned
quickly and glared at Spike. "Is that a Pollock?"

Spike was practically bouncing in place.  "Cool, innit?" he said, trying not
to giggle.  "I've had that bugger forever but never had a place to put it."

"You knew Jackson Pollock?" Angel said in awe, walking over to study the
piece, his fingers hovering mere millimeters over the colorful oil.

"Didn't know who he was, did I." Spike said as he walked over to stand
behind his sire and looking over his shoulder.  "Just sitting a bar with
another drunk and he said he had something for me for talking to him all
night.  This was it.  Didn't know until later that he was famous.  Must be
worth a bit of dosh, don't you think?"

Angel simply shook his head at the understatement.  Turning around, he took
the smaller man in his arms and kissed him softly.  "This was not anything
what I expected, Spike."

"Well, I want you to come and visit me a lot, now don't I?" he asked, a
twinkle in his eyes.

"Do you want to christen the office now?" the dark vampire asked, leaning
down to lick the earlobe close to his parted lips.

"Yep," Spike said softly before nudging the large man toward the desk.
"Check out the top drawer."

Angel walked over to the back of the desk and slowly opened the top drawer,
afraid of what he was going to find. At first, he pulled out the tray that
held the computer's keyboard and trackball.

"The other drawer, braintrust," Spike said with a snort, indicating the side
drawer.

Angel opened the deeper drawer slowly.  He smiled and shook his head at the
supplies hidden within.  Several tubes of lube, a small strap and what
appeared to be a leather cock strap.  <It is really going to be hard to stay
out of this office> Angel thought with a groan.  Just knowing that his
childe would be sitting in this office with all these supplies waiting for
him.  That thought alone made him hard.

"So do you want me on my back or front?" Spike asked, stripping off his
duster.

"Neither," Angel softly murmured, stripping his own jacket off as well.

Confused blue eyes met Angel's brown.  "This is your office, Spike.  I want
you to take me here, please."

Spike was amazed.  Sure, Angel had let him take him, but it wasn't very
often and the blonde didn't expect Angel to suggest it, especially when they
were in the office.  Spike smiled.  "You sure, luv?" he asked.

"I'm sure, Spike," Angel said as he did his best to leer at the blonde.  "So
do you want me on my back or front?"

Spike laughed as his sire turned his own words back around on him.  He
stepped forward, invading Angel's personal space and began to pull the
buttons from their homes.  As the shirt fell open, Spike placed his hands on
the smooth pale flesh exposed underneath and pushed the soft material over
the muscular shoulders and down the strong arms until it lay on a puddle on
the floor.

Angel reached over to return the favor but Spike stilled his hands.  "Nuh
uh!" he chided before placing Angel's hands back down by his sides.  "It's
my office.  I think we'll do things my way, alright luv?"

Angel gasped lightly at the suggestion.  He couldn't believe how turned on
his was by the thought of Spike controlling him like this.  He nodded
slightly when he realized that Spike was waiting for an answer.

Seeing the darker man's resignation, Spike smiled and began to work on the
fastenings of Angel's trousers.  Unbuckling the belt and opening the pants,
he slid his hands under the waistband and pushed them to the floor. Angel
quickly toed off his shoes and thought about reaching down to remove his
socks when Spike quickly bent to perform the task.  Looking down on the
blonde kneeling before him caused the dark vampire to groan out loud.  Spike
looked up at the sound and smiled wickedly.

"Problem, pet?"

Angel shook his head violently, not wanting the blonde to stop his
ministrations.  Spike rose gracefully, taking the taller man's face in his
hands before kissing him gently. Once Angel was pleasantly distracted by his
childe's mouth, Spike reached in the drawer to find his favorite scented
lube.  Once he found what he was looking for, he broke the kiss and stared
into Angel's deep brown eyes.

"Drop the shorts and turn around."

Angel obeyed the command immediately and sighed contentedly as Spike placed
his hands between Angel's shoulder blades and gently pushed his sire down so
his chest was flush with the smooth surface of the desk.  Angel wiggled
around slightly, trying to warm the cool wood with the little bit of body
temperature that he possessed.    He heard Spike snap open the tube and
sighed as he caught the heady scent.  Cinnamon.  It had always been a
favorite of theirs, even when they had been William and Angelus.  He tried
to stay relaxed as he felt his childe hastily prepare him.  Angel was still
relatively new to this aspect of their love making and he was still getting
used to the sensations.

Once Spike was satisfied that Angel was ready for him, he slicked his
achingly hard cock and lined himself up with his sire's waiting entrance.
He slowly pushed in, trying to be gentle for Angel.  Hearing the small gasp
as the mushroom-shaped head entered the body below him; Spike lightly
stroked the muscular back and whispered soft words of comfort. The older man
whimpered softly, his muscles burning from the spicy oil and stretching of
unfamiliar penetration. Finally feeling Angel relax, he took a deep breath
and thrust the rest of the way inside.  Fully seated, he leaned over and
whispered in the dark vampire's ear, "Open your eyes."

Angel slowly opened his eyes and gasped at what he saw.  On the wall
opposite the desk was a framed picture of him and Spike.  It was a drawing
he had done when he was Angelus.  Darla and Drusilla had left them to go and
visit the Master and Angelus had insisted on having a proper picture of him
and his boy.

In the picture, William was sitting on a high backed leather chair similar
to the one now sitting in Spike's office. He was dressed in a very fine suit
with the collar open to show the large claiming bite mark on his neck.  His
hair was down and curled around his forehead slightly.  Angelus stood next
to the blonde with his hand tangled in the blonde locks and a benevolent
smile on his face.  The taller vampire was also dressed in his finest; white
silk shirt, with a dark vest and jacket.  He also wore his hair down and it
flowed around his head like a mane.  They had a matching sparkle in their
eyes as they looked straight out at the artist, hinting that they knew
something very private.

"Where did you get that?" Angel asked once he finally found his voice.

"In your room" Spike said quietly as he pulled out slightly only to thrust
back in just as slowly.  He started a slow, gentle rhythm as he continued.
"You left me alone so much, I had to do something.  What do you think I was
doing in the big flat of yours all by myself?  I snooped.  Found it with a
bunch of other pics you had of the family.  Figured this would be perfect to
sit and look at all day while I'm waiting for you."

Angel groaned.  Looking at the picture and remembering that day added to the
delicious pain of his childe buried deep inside him was amazing.  "Will" he
whispered.  "You drive me crazy."

"All part of my master plan, baby," Spike said huskily as he scraped his
blunt teeth over the tattoo on the muscular shoulder beneath him and sped up
his thrusts.

As his childe pushed deeper inside him, Angel shivered as the head of his
boy's cock brushed the sensitive nub deep inside him.  He began to push
back, silently begging for more.

Knowing his sire was getting close to completion, Spike reached down and
grasped the previously neglected hardness and began to stoke Angel in
counterpoint to his increasingly harsher thrusts.

"Will, please, gods, so good!" Angel cried out between strokes as he panted
for unnecessary breaths.  The experience of relinquishing his control to
another was still new, but it was exhilarating.  "Please, please, please,"
he begged, submitting himself to his childe.

Spike groaned as he tried to control himself as his sire begged him to fuck
him.  Simply hearing the words coming from Angel was driving him quickly
toward the edge.

Knowing he wasn't going to last much longer, Angel began to squeeze his
muscles, trying to help bring Spike with him.

Spike cried out at the first spasm from his sire.  He licked the bare neck
lightly in silent proposal.  Angel arched his neck back slightly and
whispered, "Yes please, do it Will."

Angel screamed as Spike's sharp fangs sank into his neck.  As his blood
poured out of the wound into his childe's mouth, he felt his essence stream
over the cool hand and onto the exquisite desk.  Spike pulled his fangs from
the perfect flesh and cried out his sire's name as he emptied his seed deep
inside the clenching velvet channel.

Both men lay slumped together, panting heavily.  Finally Spike stood up and
pulled away, falling into the chair behind him.  Angel lifted himself off
the desk and scowled unhappily at the desecrated surface.

"We made a mess." he pouted.

Spike chuckled lightly as he leaned forward to slap the tempting round
buttock before him.  "That's what the cleaning service is for, Peaches."

Angel turned around and was suddenly very upset when he saw Spike was almost
completely dressed.  "No fair," he complained.

Spike bent over to pick up the previously discarded clothes and smiled at
the naked man. "Never said I was fair, now did I?  Besides, it's my office,
my rules."  As he handed the clothing to Angel the blue stone fell from the
pants pocket.  "There's that damn stone again.  What do you do?  Carry the
bugger everywhere you go?"

"That's what you're supposed to do" Angel said as he pulled on his clothing
and tried to put himself in order.  Once he was dressed again, he reached
out for his childe's hand.

"Come on" he said softly.  "Let's go to bed."

They left the office in silence, still holding hands.  They made their way
into the elevator and Spike pushed the button for their floor.  He turned to
the taller man and asked, "Do you want this back, pet?"

Angel nodded and smiled when Spike put the stone in his hand.  Grasping the
cool stone, he leaned down and kissed the blonde tenderly.  Spike smiled
when the doors opened.  He stepped off the elevator and headed toward the
door to the apartment.  He turned back, surprised that Angel wasn't
following him.  "Are you coming or what, ya' big poof?"

"I'm coming" Angelus answered as he watched his childe slip through the
door.  "And this time, I'm nor going anywhere, Spikey."


Tbc.....