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 Thoughts indicated by <> Authors Note: I am stealing...um, I mean borrowing, yeah that's right, borrowing the idea of Angel and his William's glasses fetish with permission from Pet. Thanks, btw luv. It is a recurring theme in the story by her and Kerri called "The Long Road to Love", which I love, hence the stealing...Borrowing! I hope I did it justice. AN2: This is for our beloved list daddy, Ghosts Forge, who hurt himself and begged so nicely for some fic. Here you go honey. I hope you enjoy and feel better soon. Chapter Six Angelus smiled as he watched his boy walk away from him and into the apartment. He gripped the stone tightly in his hand before moving to follow before the doors to the elevator closed. As he walked, he felt the strange ache in his backside, reminding him of the act the soul had allowed his childe to commit. Rage grew deep within the vampire and he had to push it away forcefully before he revealed his identity to his boy. Angelus knew that Spike wanted him, but he was no fool. In a way, he knew his boy was enjoying the relationship with the soul. Angel was trying to change the way things worked between them, to make them lovers instead of sire and childe. But they were vampires and things just didn't work that way. They weren't equals. He was the sire and Spike was the childe. Now it was time to remind him of that. As the dark vampire stalked into the sparsely lit apartment, he sought out the blonde who was slowly removing his clothing in the bedroom. He smiled as the pale flesh he craved was bared piece by tantalizing piece. He felt his spent flesh begin to grow and swell with blood at the sight before him as he gripped the stone in his hand even tighter. Spike smelt the arousal long before he heard Angel enter the room. He turned his head to stare at the taller man over his shoulder before snickering, "You're insatiable, you know that mate?" Angelus smirked. "Only for you, childe." He started to close the distance between them when he heard his stomach rumble loudly. Apparently the soul had forgotten to feed properly and now his body was paying for it. Spike heard the loud noise and snickered. "Hungry, luv? If you're going to eat something, would you mind heating me some too? I'm practically starving here after all that exertion earlier." The blonde waggled his eyebrows at Angelus before heading into the bathroom to take a quick shower. The dark vampire growled low in his throat, he couldn't believe that his childe expected him to fetch food for him like a common servant. But he turned and went into the kitchen to heat two mugs of blood. As much as he hated playing this game, he knew that he had to keep it up for just a little longer. It wouldn't do to have his childe discover his deception and spoil his fun. Not that he thought his childe wouldn't choose him over his souled counterpart; he just needed to remind the boy why he belonged to Angelus and only Angelus. Nothing less than his true sire would do. As he stood by the microwave, waiting for the blood to finish warming, he opened his hand to stare at the small stone that was responsible for his release from his inner prison. He knew now that holding the stone kept him in control and when he lost it, he could stay in control of a while, but eventually the soul would replace him. He placed the blue stone on the counter and waited for the familiar feeling to wash over him. The microwave dinged, signaling that the contents were properly heated. As the dark vampire turned to open the appliance, his head began to swim. Gasping in surprise, he reached out and snagged the blue stone. Suddenly, the dizzy feeling stopped and Angelus smiled. He heard the water turn off and knew Spike would be emerging from the steam filled room soon so he quickly downed his mug of blood, grimacing at the taste. The first thing he would do once he took complete control of his body was to have a decent meal. At least this crap that Harmony mixed up was better than the swill the soul used to drink. Angelus had no idea how his body continued to survive on the unnatural diet of pig's blood. Heading into the bedroom, the dark vampire smiled at the sight of his beautiful boy, all pale hard flesh that was still damp from the shower, and totally exposed to the warm air of the apartment as he rubbed his hair dry with a large fluffy towel. Angelus sighed as he watched the blonde locks curl and drape around his boy's head the way he remembered. If only he could get him to grow it out and stop dying it. Maybe after he had full control of this body he would make sure that happened. Spike turned and saw his sire standing and staring at him. It always made him feel good when the big brute watched him. It made him feel loved. "See something you like Peaches?" he asked, shaking his hips temptingly. Angelus wanted to strangle the insolence out of the boy, but as he watched Spike saunter over to him, lust took control of his brain. The blonde took the mug out of the taller man's hand and gulped it down quickly. As he handed back the empty mug, Spike dropped the used towel on the floor on his way back to the bed. "Pick that up," Angelus growled. "What?" Spike asked, as he turned to stare in shock at the brunette scowling at him. "Pick. It. Up." Spike felt a shiver of fear shoot up his spine. It had been a long time since he had heard his sire speak to him in that tone of voice. Angel's face stared at him, but his memories said this was his old sire. If he didn't know better, he could have sworn that it was Angelus glaring back at him. Realizing that he was scaring the boy, Angelus smiled and dropped his eyes, trying to portray an air of submission or embarrassment. He just hoped Spike would buy it. He did. The blonde chuckled lightly and punched Angelus lightly on the shoulder. "Scared me for a minute there, mate." Angelus looked up through his eyelashes and smiled as innocently as possible. "Sorry," he apologized. "Feeling a bit peckish I guess." Spike smiled at his sire's use of his term. "What did you have in mind?" he whispered. The dark vampire chuckled lightly. It was almost too easy. "I was thinking about doing something a little...different," he drawled as he made his way across the room. He dropped the stone into his pocket, making sure it rubbed close to his body so he wouldn't lose the connection. Pulling open the doors of the armoire, he reached into a drawer and pulled a secret lever. A hatch opened and Angelus reached in, pulling out a small box. Turning slowly, he showed the prize to his gaping childe. "Where did you get that?" Spike asked, shocked at the familiar box. Angelus chuckled lightly. "Had it forever, lad." The familiar brogue began to seep in the older vampire's voice. He smirked and whispered seductively, "Wanna play, boy?" Spike stood frozen as he looked at the case he hadn't seen in ages. He couldn't believe that Angel kept something so benign from his life as a human. "You kept them," he gasped as he reached out tentatively to stroke the case in his sire's hands. "Of course I did," Angelus said as he slowly opened the case and pulled out the pair of wire rimmed glasses. Setting the case down, he held them in front of the blonde's face waiting for permission to place them on his boy's face. Spike paused in his acceptance of the symbol of his former life. They had played sire and childe before, dipping into the game of domination and submission but somehow this seemed different. He felt as if this was a huge step in a direction he wasn't sure he was ready to take. He looked up into the face of the man he loved and saw only love and anticipation. he thought as he nodded and allowed the glasses to be placed on his face. Angelus groaned when his childe accepted the glasses. Now all he had to do was wait for the boy to slip into the role he was meant to play and the game would be complete. "What are you waitin' for, boy?" Angelus asked, stretching to his full height and putting on his best sire's voice. Spike trembled at the sight and sound of the man in front of him. If he didn't know better, he would have sworn that this was Angelus in the flesh and tempting him with visions of a simpler time. Knowing what his boy needed, Angelus reached down and stroked the soft cheek with his thumb. "It's alright, lad. I'll be takin' care of you now. Yer my childe and I'll see to it that you'll be getting all that ye need. What do you need, my William?" Spike felt his whole body begin to tingle. He had forgotten the simple joy of being possessed and cared for completely by another. Maybe this game wouldn't be so bad after all. "You, sire," he whispered, dropping his eyes submissively to hide the smile twinkling in them. Angelus wanted to crow at his success. The boy wanted to be possessed and claimed. The dark vampire planned on doing so immediately. "Strip me," he commanded, smirking as the boy complied immediately. He tried to hold still as the slim fingers danced over the buttons of the soft cotton shirt, but he couldn't help the shudder that wracked his body at the feeling of soft fingertips brushing over his newly bared skin. Once the shirt was opened, Spike stepped forward and looked up demurely into the dark brown eyes, silently asking permission. "Go ahead, little one," he whispered. The blonde shivered lightly at the lusty sound of his sire's voice and immediately responded. Moving completely into the dark vampire's embrace, he leaned forward to snake out his tongue to tentatively lick at the small peaked nipple. Above him, his sire moaned and arched into the touch. Spike smirked at the sound. He knew exactly which buttons to push to drive the older vampire crazy, but he was supposed to be William and as the young vampire, he was frightened and timid. "Sire," he whispered. "What do you wish of me?" Angelus moaned at the soft question. The blonde was very convincing in the role of the young fledgling that he once was. "Just do what you wish, lad." Spike looked up to smile into the piercing eyes. he thought. The blonde tried to put as much fear into his eyes before slowly sinking to his knees. "Show me how to please you sire," he whispered huskily. In his mind, the dark vampire shouted his victory. This was where his boy belonged, on his knees before him, begging to please his sire. Once he was able to control his voice, he said, "My beautiful boy, finish undressing me and then I will show you everything." Spike shivered at Angelus' words. He loved the name and possessiveness that came with it. Reaching out with shaking fingers, the blonde opened the front of the soft trousers and eased the material down to the floor. He helped the larger man step out of the pants and eased off the shoes, socks and underwear. Once his sire was naked, Spike leaned back on heels and waited for his next command. Angelus stared down at the erotic sight of his childe on his knees before him. He reached down and began to lightly stoke his soft cheek. "So beautiful," he whispered. "You want to please me, don't you little one? You want to be my boy, my little whore. Tell me." Spike gasped. He couldn't believe how turned on he was. Just kneeling at the brunette's feet was driving him insane with need. He wanted to be used by this man, to bring him pleasure. "Yes, sire. Please use me. Need you." "Good boy," the dark vampire whispered, smiling down at the blonde. He tapped Spike's chin twice. "Open up and let me in. Can I come in?" Spike groaned as he opened his mouth and sucked tentatively on just the head of the hard cock. If he was going to play the part, he'd do it all the way. Slowly, he brought his tongue into play and began to stroke the large vein on the underside of the hard length and looked up into the dark eyes, seeking permission. As Angelus watched the azure eyes peeking over the top of the small wire frames, he reached down to thread both hands through the still damp locks. Twisting his fingers in viciously, he growled, "Ready, boy?" Spike nodded as much as he could with the mouth filled and his head restrained. He immediately relaxed his throat as Angelus thrust forward so that his crisp curls were brushing against Spike's nose. The brunette set a punishing rhythm, using the boy's mouth relentlessly. Spike brought his hands up to rest against the hips pounding toward him with preternatural speed. He did his best to keep himself relaxed as he was used for his sire's pleasure. Angelus grunted and moaned as he dominated the boy. He needed to show the blonde that he was the sire, he was the one in charge of the relationship. He felt the boy's hands sneak up to rest on his hips and smiled. Suddenly, Spike reached out and began to fondle the sex warmed sac tapping his chin. Rolling the testicles in his hand, the blonde suddenly squeezed them hard. The sudden pain caused the older vampire's orgasm to crash over him. Angelus howled as his seed poured down the blonde's throat. Spike made sure to swallow every drop. Panting heavily, Angelus pulled the boy's head back, leaving his fingers deep in the blonde curls. "That was heaven, boyo," Angelus whispered with a smile. Spike smiled back. "Thank you sire," he replied. He considered standing, but the dark vampire still had a hold on his hair and, besides, he hadn't been given permission yet. Angelus pulled the kneeling man up by the hair, smirking at the small gasp of pain that escaped from between the soft, pink lips. He darted forward and claimed the lips with a demanding kiss. Forcing his tongue past unresisting lips, Angelus searched out every taste of his own essence. Once he was satisfied, he pulled Spike back and looked down at his boy's neglected cock. "Problem, little one?" he asked, mischief evident in his voice. Spike simply whimpered when a large hand reached down to grab him and began to lightly stroke his hard length. He arched into the touch and moaned pitifully when Angelus suddenly gripped him tightly around the base, keeping him from any kind of release. "You were a very bad boy earlier, William," Angelus growled as he continued to squeeze the throbbing member in his hand. "You broke vampire lore, boy. I think you need to be punished. You are going to have to make me very happy if you want to cum anytime soon." Spike forced himself not to smile. He should have known this was coming. The pouf was feeling insecure about being buggered by him, so now the dark vampire was reasserting his status as top dog, so to speak. In a way, Spike could understand that, but a part of him was sad. Angel had told him he wanted them to be equals, not just sire and childe, but lovers. Maybe the old boy had changed his mind. "I'm sorry sire," the blonde whispered as he lowered his eyes submissively. He looked back up over the top of the glasses and whispered as seductively as possible, "How can I make it up to you?" Angelus groaned at the boy's softly whispered words. "I suppose I can come up with something, William. Get on the bed. Let me see you." As Spike quickly made his way over to the bed, Angelus reached down to pick up his discarded clothing. Once they were folded and put away to his satisfaction, the dark vampire stared down at the blue stone he had retrieved from the pants pocket and rubbed it several times before walking over to the bed. He stared down at the tempting boy on the bed before him. He felt himself rise and swell in excitement. "Up," he commanded simply. Spike immediately rose to his knees and watched as Angelus laid down in his place. The dark vampire sat with his back resting against the headboard and motioned for the blonde to come forward. Spike straddled the muscular thighs and waited, smiling lightly at the brunette. "You want to be my boy?" Angelus whispered, staring into the blue depths. "Do you want me to be your sire again and you can be my boy? Remember how it used to be, William? We would fuck for hours until you thought you were going to pop. You would beg so pretty to cum and I always let you didn't I? Because I know how to take care of my boy. You want that, don't you? You want to be my boy, my whore." Spike gasped at the seductive words. Part of him did want that. He wanted to be owned and possessed like he had in the beginning. Things were so easy then. All he had to do was obey and everything was taken care of for him. He supposed that for a little while, it wouldn't be so bad to pretend. "Yes, please," he groaned, feeling himself grow impossibly harder. "Make me your boy. Let me be your whore." Angelus smiled, believing he had won. "Ride me," he commanded. Unthinking, Spike reached over to open the bedside drawer and pull out a tube of lightly scented lube. Angelus reached out and stopped his hand. "Did I tell you to do that, childe?" the dark vampire growled, his face a mask of indifference. Spike was confused. Surely his sire didn't intend to take him dry. Angel had refused to cause him any pain during sex, even when the blonde had asked him to. He lowered his eyes and whispered, "Sire, it will be easier to please you if I am properly prepared." Pleased by the boy's response, Angelus nodded and let him continue. He watched as Spike retrieved the tube of lube and began to prepare his tight hole. The look on the beautiful face as the blonde slid his slick fingers deep inside himself was almost too much for the dark vampire. "Enough," Angelus growled. Spike immediately stopped his fingers and moved the tube back to its hiding place. He shuffled on his knees so that he was kneeling over his sire's hard cock and waited for the order. Angelus reached over and set the stone in his hand on the bedside table well within his reach. He spread his arms wide and said, "Now." Spike quickly and completely sank down onto the large, hard length. Both men groaned at the sensation. Angelus muttered several curses in Gaelic, trying to hold on to some semblance of control. Spike smirked, knowing that the dark vampire was fighting to keep himself in control. He raised up before slamming himself back down, arching his back to take that delicious cock even deeper inside. Angelus reached out to grab the slim hips and directed the boy into a hard, fast rhythm. Both men were soon panting unnecessarily and groaning at the sensations. "Yes, childe," Angelus gasped, squeezing the hips so tightly he knew the bruises would last until at least the next day, even with Spike's advanced healing. "So tight. You're still so good, my little slut. You like to fuck yourself on me, don't you?" "Yeah, gods yeah," Spike growled. He didn't even realize that he had slipped into his game face until he noticed he had bit his own lip. The blood pooled on the bottom lip until finally the bead broke loose and slid down the pale chin. Angelus eyed the crimson trail before darting forward to lick it way. He then sucked the damaged lip into his mouth and worried the torn edges, trying to extract every drop. Spike moaned, but never stopped his rhythm, knowing he would be punished further for disobeying. When Angelus sucked on his lip, he was forced to lean forward to allow the action. The change in position caused the hard length inside him to brush over his prostate and he cried out. He knew he would not be able to hold out mush longer and he began to beg. "Please, sire. I have to cum." He was so turned on, he was practically crying. "I'm sorry I broke the lore, but I love you so much I needed to feel you. Please forgive me. Please forgive your boy. Need to cum. Please." Angelus pulled back to look his boy in the eyes. "You want to cum, boy?" he asked seductively. Seeing the boy nod frantically, he commanded, "Cum, William. Cum now!" Spike arched his back and cried out as his untouched cock throbbed and pulsed, shooting a thick stream of hot, white cum over his and Angelus' bodies. Feeling his childe's inner muscles tighten around him as the boy writhed on his pulsing cock, Angelus let himself go and came inside the clenching channel with a roar. He was so loud, he almost missed hearing his childe crying out, "Yes, Angel!" As his orgasm subsided, he felt his rage begin to build. He couldn't believe that his boy was still calling for the soul when he was the one who brought him to such heights of pleasure. He was ready to punish the blonde for his slip until he began to feel the dizziness return. In a panic, he reached out frantically to find the stone. Once the cool rock was in his hand, he rubbed it quickly. The dizzy feeling passed and Angelus sighed as weariness suddenly settled over him. He decided that the boy's punishment could wait until the morning. Spike had missed the dark vampire's frantic movements as he continued to shudder from the intense pleasure of their lovemaking. He slowly pulled himself off the softening length and moved to settle down next to the larger man. Feeling Angelus settle next to him, Spike reached up to pull the glasses off. "Leave them on," Angelus said as he reached over to still the blonde's hand. He gathered up the smaller man next to him and fell into a deep sleep. Spike smiled as he snuggled into the cool flesh. He rested his head on the broad chest and waited for sleep to claim him. Before he drifted off, something at the back of his mind began to grow. An uneasiness that tried to warn the blonde that something was very wrong. He pushed the thoughts away. He was sated and comfortable in his lover's arms. He was safe and loved. He figured he would worry about it in the morning. *************** Deep in a sub basement of Wolfram and Hart, Eve sat watching the two vampires as they settled down to sleep. She was still a little hot and bothered after watching the erotic display on the monitor hooked up to the secret surveillance equipment set up in the penthouse apartment. Reaching over, she turned on the speakerphone and quickly dialed the familiar number. "Yeah, it worked," she said. "He's even sleeping with it in his hand right now. Uh huh. Will that make the affects last longer? Excellent. You missed quite a show. I never realized that vampires could be so hot." She giggled at the response before asking seductively, "So, Lindsey. What are you wearing?" tbc.....