In Spike's haste to escape Angel he nearly ran Mistress Eve over in
the
hallway. Only his innate grace kept them both upright.
"Are you alright William?" she asked him.
"Sorry Mistress Eve I can't..." Spike mumbled his reply and tried to
hurry
past.
"William," her voice halted him in his tracks, "please go and wait for
me
in my office," it brooked no refusal.
Spike nodded and carried on walking his feet taking him to Mistress
Eve's
office while his mind whirled.
He knew Angel had wanted to humiliate him and it had almost worked
until
he turned the tables on the large vampire. Then Spike realised
just
how much he was enjoying what he was doing.
It had felt good to strip for Angel, tease him and taste the arousal in
the air. Angel's cock had tasted as good as Spike remembered it
and
this time he had been prepared for the flood of the cool liquid down
his
throat.
He had not been prepared for the look of wonderment in Angel's eyes or
the knowledge that Angel had seen the pleasure in his. So he had
overreacted and stormed out before making a complete fool of himself
begging Angel to let him come home.
He had no idea when he had started thinking of Angel as home or caring
what the others would think of him working at Desire but it had
happened.
He knew he was going to have to quit Desire but he did not want to go
back to Wolfram & Hart with his tail between his legs, he really
didn't know what he was going to do.
* * * * *
Mistress Eve walked into the room where Angel was sitting dejectedly by
the fire.
"Things not go well?" she asked him.
Startled Angel jumped and tried to put his deflated cock back inside
his
pants before she came any closer.
"It's my own fault," Angel said glumly.
"For thinking you could humiliate William and force him to return to
you?" Mistress Eve did not pretend to be fooled by Angel's motives.
"No... yes," Angel confessed with a sigh, "I was just so angry at him for
leaving me... us," he corrected, "I wanted..."
"Wanted what?" she pushed.
"Wanted him back," Angel finally admitted, "every inch of his snarky
self. I missed having him around."
"And this was your best plan to do so?" Mistress Eve's voice was
incredulous.
"I know," Angel hung his head; "he just made me so mad."
Mistress Eve sighed at the stupidity of the two vampires and made up
her
mind, "Angel I want you to set yourself to rights and come up to my
office, wait outside the door until I call for you," she ordered the
dark
vampire.
Angel nodded and watched as she swept out of the room before downing
the
last of the brandy in his glass.
* * * * *
Spike waited nervously in Mistress Eve's office still not certain what
he
was going to say to her.
Mistress Eve stood at the doorway and stared at the abject blond
huddled
on her couch. A brief look of sympathy crossed her face and then
vanished as her features smoothed out into an untroubled expression.
"William," she nodded as Spike leapt to his feet when she entered and
walked over to sit behind her desk, "please sit down."
Spike sat uncomfortably across from Mistress Eve and waited for her to
speak.
"What happened, William?" she finally asked.
"Fucked up again, sorry," he finally looked up, "made a mess of things
again."
"In what way?" Mistress Eve pushed.
"Thought I could handle him but I lost it and left, he's not going to
want me around him again. Thought that was what I wanted," Spike
looked at her earnestly, "but I was wrong again."
"What do you want to do now?"
"Want to do some good again," Spike confessed, "want to fight the bad
guys, feel like I'm needed again have a purpose."
"You won't find that purpose here," Mistress Eve smiled briefly.
"Like it here," Spike added, "everyone made me feel welcome, more like
a
family but..."
"But it's not enough," Mistress Eve finished, "you will always be
welcome
here William but I do not think you are cut out for this industry."
"I'm sorry," Spike apologised.
"Don't be," Mistress Eve chastised him gently, "we have loved having
you,
you carried your weight well and you will be missed. There is one
thing you need one thing you both need," she finished on an ominous
note.
* * * * *
Angel knocked on Mistress Eve's door and waited. He shifted
uneasily from one foot to the other until he heard her command to
enter.
Angel slipped inside the door and stopped, Spike was sitting in front
of
Mistress Eve's desk in a high backed wooden chair. There was a
matching chair waiting for Angel.
Mistress Eve sat behind her desk her hair pulled severely back and a
frown on her face.
"Sit down Angel," she directed him. Angel slipped into the chair
next to Spike and risked a glance across to the blond. Spike
studiously avoided Angel's gaze keeping his eyes firmly on Mistress
Eve.
"I am very disappointed in you both," Mistress Eve began sternly.
Angel opened his mouth to speak but one glance stopped him, "you are
both
grown vampires but you persist in acting like school boys around each
other so I am going to treat you as such."
"He started it..." Angel began but stopped under the weight of Mistress
Eve's implacable glare.
Spike smirked at Angel's discomfort then subsided when Mistress Eve
turned her gaze on him.
"Spike what have you got to say for yourself?"
"He did it on purpose cause he can't bear the thought of me beating
him,"
Spike replied hotly.
"You always have to defy me," Angel retaliated just as hotly.
"Big headed know it all," Spike snarled.
"Loud mouthed lout," Angel threw back.
They both jumped and fell silent as Mistress Eve slapped a ruler hard
down on the desk, "enough of this nonsense," she said.
"Sorry Mistress Eve," they both mumbled.
"Both of you stand up," she ordered. Quickly Angel and Spike
obeyed
shifting awkwardly. "Stand still and look straight ahead."
Mistress Eve stood and walked around the desk to a long cupboard on the
wall. Watching out of the corner of their eyes Angel and Spike
saw
her select a long thin cane from a rack.
Despite their concerns neither vampire moved from position.
"Bend over the desk and keep still," the command was made with calm
deliberation and they obeyed without thinking.
They could hear the slight tap tap of Mistress Eve's boots on the
wooden
floor as she walked behind them and the swish of the cane through the
air
as she tested the flex of the wood.
Without any warning she brought the cane down hard across both sets of
buttocks. Neither Angel nor Spike could stop from flinching
against
the blow.
"Keep still," Mistress Eve repeated, "You have been bad boys," she
punctuated each word with a sharp blow and then stopped, "take down
your
pants big tough vampires do not get protection."
Embarrassed by the erections they were both sporting Angel and Spike
wriggled out of their pants without looking at each other.
The first blow on bare skin caused them both to hiss with pain.
After the fifth blow Angel's hand had moved across to cover Spike's and
they both gripped tight to avoid crying out.
Twenty strokes left the backs of their buttocks and thighs
criss-crossed
with welts and them both sporting raging erections.
"Stand up and turn around," Mistress Eve commanded them and they stood
up
gingerly. Turning around was harder because Angel would not
relinquish his grasp on Spike's hand.
Naked and cocks dripping they stood with their heads lowered and waited
for Mistress Eve to speak.
"Drop hands," was her first order and Angel obeyed reluctantly, "thank
me
for your punishment," she held the cane out to them to kiss, "Angel
kneel
and Spike turn around."
Angel knelt carefully and was presented with Spike's backside.
Angel winced at the angry red welts that marred the pale skin and
looked
to Mistress Eve for instruction.
"Clean them," she directed, "give him comfort."
Angel instantly stuck out his tongue and licked the worst of the welts
gently. The taste of Spike's blood was sharp and rich just as
Angel
remembered it and he had to smother a groan to concentrate on the cool
lush flesh in front of him.
Spike clenched and unclenched his fists as Angel's tongue swept across
the stripes of pain. Logically he knew the licking would do
little
to heal the welts and they would be gone by morning anyway but the
tongue
was cool against the heat and the effect it was having on his cock was
taking his mind off the pain.
Angel licked every welt several times to clean up the blood and again
because it felt so good.
"Now Spike, please repay Angel the compliment," Mistress Eve
directed.
Angel stood carefully and turned before Spike could see just how much
licking Spike's arse had aroused him.
Spike knelt just as carefully and first blew gently across the
criss-cross of welts. Angel shivered at the contrast of cool
breath
against his warmed skin and had to bit back his own moan as Spike
immediately followed it up with long wet licks.
Spike was glad he was on his knees when he got a taste of Angel's
blood,
it was rich and thick and almost intoxicating. He had tasted it
in
battle before but had been too involved in the fight to really register
what he was experiencing.
This was the first time he could savour it and truly understand the
power
of family blood.
As the buzz from the blood subsided Spike was able to focus on the
sensation of Angel's skin against his tongue. Hot where the cane
had struck and cool everywhere else but always satin smooth.
"Now stand up and face each other," Mistress Eve's voice remained cool
and composed.
Neither vampire could meet the gaze of the other but found then that
their gazes were firmly fixed on the other's weeping erection.
"Take hold of your cocks and bring yourselves off, watch each other as
you do so," it was a measure of Mistress Eve's control that they found
they obeyed without question.
Angel watched Spike's strong ring clad hand stroke the rigid flesh
stripping it so fast it almost looked painful.
Spike watched Angel stroke his cock appearing almost languidly unless
you
noticed how tight his grip was and the attention being paid to the
sensitive head.
Spike bit his lip to fight off the urge to kneel and take the thick
spongy head into his own mouth.
Angel had wanted to hold off until Spike came but seeing Spike bite his
lip was too much and the dark vampire shot so hard his cum splattered
across Spike's belly and groin.
The feeling of Angel's cum hitting him was too much for Spike and he
came
with a groan spilling across Angel's legs and still hard cock.
"Get dressed," Mistress Eve ordered, "don't clean yourselves up I want
you to be able to smell the other for the rest of the night."
She waited as Spike quickly dressed and Angel a little slower with more
distaste at pulling his trousers over the rapidly cooling cum sticking
to
his skin.
"Now go and have a drink together and truly talk to each other," she
directed them, "Angel, you need to employ William legitimately in your
firm or I will retain his services as long as he wishes to stay with
us."
Angel could not disguise the worry on his face at the thought of Spike
staying at Desire and this time Spike saw and recognised the look but
he
was not ready for what it meant and chose to ignore it.
They left in silence and headed for the bar still not certain where
they
stood with each other.
Behind in her office Mistress Eve waited until they were gone and then
walked over to return the cane to the cupboard. Then she opened
another door beside it to reveal several occupied cages. She
released Lili from one and an older man from another.
"Clean up the mess," she ordered the man pointing to the cum that had
landed on the floor. Then she went and sat down at her desk
allowing Lili to crawl underneath.
"You missed a very good show," she told Lili as she lifted her skirts,
"I
found it quite arousing." Lili purred and moved in to lap up her
Mistress's arousal and bring her to completion.
* * * * *
Several whiskeys later Spike and Angel reached confession time.
"What happens now?" Spike asked.
"I don't know," Angel confessed, "but Mistress Eve is right you should
have a paying job at the firm."
Spike looked at Angel in shock, "doing what?"
"I don't know maybe the mail room?" Angel could not resist teasing and
was rewarded by a disgusted look, "doing what you already do just for a
wage," Angel relented.
"Alright," Spike agreed, "and an apartment like the others have," he
pushed.
"I can't do that," Angel balked, "but..." he hesitated, "you could have
my
spare room if you liked."
"What, why?" Spike asked with suspicion.
"Oh right, bad idea then?" Angel looked crushed by Spike's reaction.
"No, just odd is all," Spike felt an urge to comfort Angel.
"Wouldn't be the first time," Angel reasoned.
"That was a long time ago and we were very different then, had the
girls
with us too," Spike frowned at the memory.
"It wasn't all bad was it?" Angel found himself asking.
"Most of it was bloody brilliant," Spike confessed, "didn't like you
lording it over me but you taught me a lot and I loved the
experience."
"You never backed down to me," Angel reminisced, "you were damn
annoying
at times but it was exhilarating, even all the times we had to
flee."
"Had to keep proving myself didn't I?" Spike grinned at the memories,
"Could we actually share a space again without fighting?"
"Not without fighting," Angel grinned too, "but maybe without trying to
kill each other."
"What about the things that have been happening between us?" Spike
chewed
on his lip nervously.
"It has felt really good," Angel admitted, "Would you want to do
more?"
"I don't know," Spike admitted, "it did feel good but..."
"But what?" Angel asked concerned.
"Spent a lot of time hating you and not really even liking you, this
turn
around has happened really fast I'm not sure it is even real," Spike
looked down into his glass.
"So we take it slow?" Angel asked tentatively.
"Slow would be good," Spike agreed.
"So will you move in?" Angel asked hopefully.
"So long as you promise to keep your hands off my hot bod," Spike
smirked.
"Huh," Angel huffed, "seem to remember a certain someone's hands all
over
me when I was tied down."
They both stopped and took long swallows of whiskey to avoid carrying
on
the line of conversation while the memory fed blood to their cocks
again.
"So you want to move in tonight?" Angel asked.
"Sure," Spike finished his drink and stood up.
Turning he saw Mistress Eve coming toward them leading Lili on a
leash.
"Everything sorted?" she asked them as Angel stood to greet her.
"Getting there," Spike replied.
"Good," Mistress Eve smiled in satisfaction, "we will miss you
both."
"Still be around to sort out your problem Mistress," Spike corrected
her.
"The takeover bid? Oh that was sorted several weeks ago, one of our
clients was approached and told me about it. We put a stop to
their
efforts," Eve replied.
"Then why did you continue to have us work on it?" Angel asked
incredulously.
"Desire is here to help people, we decided you needed our help didn't
we
Lili?" Mistress Eve reached down to pat her pet.
Lili grinned at the dumfounded vampires and pressed into Mistress Eve's
touch.
"We didn't think you would get there on your own," Mistress Eve
continued.
"Oh," Spike blinked, "thank you I guess."
"You're welcome," Mistress Eve kissed them both on the cheek and
carried
on.
Angel and Spike looked at each other in silence until Spike grinned,
"bloody marvellous woman that Mistress Eve."
"Yes she is, we will have to come back again," Angel agreed.
"Oh yeah," Spike smirked, "couple of other blokes have become regulars
think you might enjoy sneaking a peek at their games too."
Angel raised an eyebrow as he realised exactly who Spike was referring
to, "I think I would," he agreed, "let's go home then shall we?"
"Home," Spike's tone was contemplative, "I think I like the sound of
that."
THE END
A/N: I have an idea for a sequel of sorts to this bringing in a story I
began a while back and never finished so I decided to take a Casablanca
ending for now. You know... this could be the start of a beautiful
friendship.