FAMILY

AUTHOR: Little Mouse (elf_night@hotmail.com)

DISCLAIMER: Once again, Joss', not mine. Still a lucky man.

WARNINGS: For explicit m/m stuff, and violence, and remembered abuse, and language, and lots of other stuff.

ARCHIVE: Please ask first.

SUMMARY: AU! Spike isn't in 'love' with Buffy, but has told Giles' the story of Drusilla turning him. He has the chip, but no soul. Angel's in LA. Anya doesn't exist. I moved forward the 'meltdown' of Spike's chip a bit.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

In other words, he was in Spike-Heaven.

Too bad it was only a second or so before he realized it must be some of the vampires who called themselves his Family. He would have preferred to enjoy the security and the sense of belonging for a little while, before the illusion shattered.

Still, he was awake now, and the chip wasn’t firing yet. He wasn’t hungry, he was warm, and he had revenge to plot. He cracked open an eye - carefully - and almost smiled when the chip still didn’t fire. Maybe it had overheated or something with all the shocking it had given him lately, and he’d have a day or so before it started torturing him again.

Angelus was laying against his right side, sound asleep and with his breath puffing in and out of his open mouth in not-quite-snores.

Spike grinned - Angelus didn’t usually breathe in his sleep; he’d be able to tease his S... Peaches about this for hours when he woke up.

A quick glance to his left showed him that Drusilla was, indeed, the gentle pressure he felt against his left side - but she wasn’t sleeping.

Tomas was with her, and while they weren’t moving enough to disturb Angelus’ slumber, they definitely were not resting.

He watched them for a moment, enjoying Dru’s pretty face flushed with pleasure, and was surprised that he wasn’t jealous. He’d never liked to see Drusilla with anyone else, including Angelus, so he couldn’t figure it out at first.

‘Maybe,’ a little voice whispered in his head, ‘it’s because, before, when she left you to play with someone else, you were all alone.’

He wasn’t alone this time. Angelus was a heavy pressure against him, and a big arm snaked around his waist as the tall vampire shifted in his sleep, pulling his Childe even closer.

‘And maybe,’ a much more treacherous little voice hissed, ‘it wasn’t so much that you were jealous of Drusilla when she was with Angelus...’

Oh now, that was just going too far! Even for his own subconscious! He wasn’t jealous of Drusilla getting Angelus all to herself - not once he got beyond the Sire-Is-My-All fledge state, anyway. Anything that happened then ought to be forgiven and crammed into mental boxes, never to be remembered again.

Anyway, he had to have been jealous of Drusilla paying attention to someone else - his whole Family had constantly reminded him of how Drusilla had tried to Turn him and failed, and the only reason he was Angelus’ Childe was because she’d whined and complained until he’d given in and Turned the half-dead boy for her. Drusilla was supposed to have been his Sire; that was why he hated it when she spent days in Angelus’ bed.

A nose nuzzling against the nape of his neck surprised him out of his darker thoughts.

“How do you feel?” Angelus rumbled in his ear, ignoring the Childer who were still happily preoccupied on the other side of Spike.

“All right,” Spike grumbled, turning his back to his Brother and Sister so he wouldn’t think such uncomfortable thoughts.

Of course, that put him face to face with a gorgeous, sleepy-eyed Sire who was apparently having some thoughts of his own. Not uncomfortable ones, either, if the cool hands that slid around his hips and pulled his groin tight against Angelus’ were any indication.

“Your head doesn’t hurt?” Angelus asked, bending his neck to scent Spike’s throat before running his tongue over his jugular. His hands moved from Spike’s hips to cup his smooth-skinned cheeks, nicely warmed by the electric blanket.

“No,” Spike didn’t try to struggle. It would be pointless right now; his Sire was obviously intent on doing something, and Angelus had plenty of backup with two devoted Childer playing on the other side of the bed.

“Good.” Fingers traced curiously down Spike’s cleft, brushing against his entrance, while Angelus’ other hand slid down and wrapped around his thigh, pulling it up and over Angelus’ own hip. This brought Spike’s groin into even closer range, and he happily rubbed his eager cock against his Childe’s burgeoning arousal. “Are you hungry?”

“No,” Spike said, giving him a measuring look and then sliding his own hand up Angelus’ ribs, daring to explore him a little.

Angelus purred encouragingly, happy at his Childe’s boldness. Decades ago, he would have broken William’s fingers for daring to touch without permission. He knew the boy was just testing his boundaries, but it still pleased him to have those long, slim fingers brushing lightly over his skin.

“I want you to try and eat a bit,” he ordered softly, “if my blood is what’s improving your health, Little One, then skipping a meal could cause you to relapse.”

“I don’t want any,” Spike grumbled again, cautiously tweaking a nipple in an effort to distract the Poof.

Angelus sighed quite pleasurably at the sensation, but it didn’t divert him from his current train of thought. “Try anyway,” he purred, nipping William’s throat and smiling at the quiet moan that got for him. He lifted a hand and sliced into his own throat with a sharp fingernail, then pulled William’s mouth to the bleeding skin.

Spike scowled, but licked the blood up obediently. He wasn’t lying - he wasn’t the least bit hungry - but he knew Angelus would just keep harping at him if he didn’t at least pretend to feed. He wasn’t in the mood for the Great Ponce to lecture him; he wanted those exploring hands to keep exploring. He’d been upset about sex with his S - with the Poof for a while - and would be again, he was quite sure - but now he was feeling a bit horny after the earlier molestation, so he was going to take advantage of Angelus’ weird infatuation.

He settled his mouth over the cut and sucked lightly, drawing in a tiny amount at a time. It still tasted incredible, he just had no appetite tonight. It was probably because of how much he’d fed last night, he decided as he continued to sip, glad that those hands had, indeed, gone back to fondling his arse.

Angelus seemed happy enough that he was feeding - he had to realize how little Spike was taking, but he didn’t say anything about it. He was purring, a deep-pitched, pleased rumble, and his hands were getting bolder. One was squeezing, the other was pressing the tip of a finger inside.

Spike continued to feed slowly, using his teeth and tongue but not his fangs to coax blood from the pale throat. He was thrusting lightly against the other vampire now, not enough to disturb those hands, but just enough to get some much-needed friction for his cock. It was quite interested in both the feeding and the fondling, no matter what Spike’s brain may have wanted.

“Mmm...” Drusilla’s face suddenly appeared in Spike’s peripheral vision, “Daddy?”

“Yes, Princess?” Angelus’ hands didn’t stop moving, but Spike could tell he was looking up at her now, instead of down at him.

“Tomas and I are going to go check on Lucy, all right?”

“Of course.”

“Shall we send someone else in to keep you company, Father?” Tomas’ face showed up next to Drusilla’s.

“Not yet,” Angelus said, and reached up to pull his Childer down, one at a time, and give them a thorough kiss - first Tomas and then Drusilla. “Thank you for staying with me today, and helping me watch William.”

“It was our pleasure,” Tomas said happily, then he and Drusilla vanished from Spike’s sight, and he heard the door close a moment later.

“What do you need help watchin’ me for?” he demanded, lifting his head from Angelus’ neck and glaring.

“Because I want someone to watch you all the time,” Angelus rumbled, his fingers increasing their exploration, tips brushing over the sensitive furl before pushing in a little deeper than they had earlier. “We all need rest - we are going to be very busy soon - but I will not risk you having another attack from that damn chip and no one knowing about it.”

“I don’t need someone hangin’ over me every bloody minute!” Spike protested hotly.

“But William,” Angelus purred, then carefully moved his Childe’s mouth away from his neck, rolling them both over until William was flat on his back with his Sire between his thighs, “you hate being alone.”

“Says who?”

“Says me,” Angelus teased, “I know everything about you, sweetling.”

“Ya only think ya do,” Spike said loftily, “ya got no idea...”

“We’ll just see,” Angelus laughed, moving to spread William’s long legs wider, “right now, I believe I’m in the mood for a lovely bit of early-evening frottage. Care to join me?”

“Do I get a choice?”

“Hmm - no.”

“Well, all right then.”

Angelus laughed, and thrust firmly against William’s cock, smiling happily down at the pretty face as William moaned and threw back his head.

Spike didn’t care. Not right now. He’d been suffering through a long sexual drought before he’d made himself spend time with the humans and half-demons at that nasty club. That didn’t really count in his mind; forced sex, whether rape or for money, had never been anything he was interested in. Trading sexual favors for time or blood from a Family member was different - and this, now, was amazing.

His Sire was just too bloody good at what he was doing.

“What’s going on in that head of yours?” Angelus purred in his ear, sliding a hand between them and wrapping it around both their shafts, pressing them tightly together. “What are you thinking about?”

“Thought ya knew everything,” Spike gasped out the words.

Angelus laughed. “Thinking about how much you enjoy this, then, aren’t you?”

He laughed harder at the adorable scowl that earned him.

“I knew it!”

“Shut up!” Spike snarled, glaring the hardest he could manage with his whole being tensing up for orgasm.

Angelus obediently stopped laughing, but the occasional snicker still escaped as he continued both with his thrusting and stroking, swiping a thumb over the head of both their cocks, mingling the juices. His other hand collected the liquid and lifted it to William’s mouth, encouraging him to taste their combined flavors.

William’s beautiful blue eyes narrowed at him, but a pink tongue darted out and swiped up the offering, anyway.

Angelus groaned throatily at the erotic sight and thrust harder, enjoying the squirming of the lean body beneath him. If he had the time, he would love to spend the whole night here with his little beauty, taking him fully, worshiping him with his hands and his mouth and his eyes until the sun rose and drove them back into sleep - but he couldn’t.

He had work to do if he wanted his Little One healthy again, but for now he was going to savor this.

“You don’t know what you do to me,” he whispered, lowering his head to brush his lips against the shell of William’s ear. “You don’t know how much I want you - want to devour you, want to be inside you, want to be all over you, want to eat you alive...”

William gave him a wicked smile at that. “Can’t, twit, ya already killed me.”

“Brat,” Angelus laughed breathlessly, too close to climax to swat his little terror. “Such a lovely brat...”

“Shut up,” William said again, wrapping his legs around Angelus’ calves to increase the pressure between them, “wanna come.”

“Come, then,” his Sire whispered, and gave William’s throat a sharp nip.

William’s body arched beneath him, blue eyes bleeding to gold as his demon enjoyed the orgasm with him.

“Pretty Little One,” Angelus purred, and thrust hard against the now-lax body, moaning with relief as his own climax ripped through his nervous system.

“Stupid pansy ...name,” Spike muttered, snuggling back into the pillows like he had no intention of moving for the rest of the night.

“No it isn’t,” Angelus mock-scolded him, “it suits you. You’re the smallest of my Sons, after all.”

“Bleh,” Spike stuck his tongue out, “not my fault. Not like you chose me.”

“Oh, but I did,” Angelus grinned down at him.

“Did not. Dru did.”

“Did she?” Angelus’ grin grew wider as he got off his Childe, fetching a warm, wet washcloth to clean them both up.

“Yeah - what, you think I don’t remember? B’lieve it or not, Peaches, I was there.”

Angelus laughed again - he hadn’t laughed this much in decades. “I know. But you’re not using that clever brain, William. You’re not thinking things through.”

“What’s to think through? Walkin’ home, got pounced by a crazy-arse woman, turned out to be a vampire, tried to make me one, didn’t work, dragged me back to you. Got Turned, the end. All Dru’s fault.”

“Dru was six years Turned, William. She was also mentally damaged, which made her a bit slow.”

“What’s yer point?”

“If you think it over, you’ll realize what my point is. Six years isn’t a very long time, Little One.”

Spike scowled at him. “Yer just tryin’ ta confuse me.”

Angelus smirked. “Not really, but I obviously am. Come, precious, we need to go check on Lucy.”

“What for?” Spike didn’t budge.

“She’s doing a little project for me.”

“And I gotta go?”

“Yes, because it concerns you.”

“What kinda project?” Spike reluctantly left the warmth of the bed and looked hopefully at the blue robe. It was laying crumpled across the back of a chair.

Angelus frowned at the garment and turned to the closet, coming back with one that was thicker, a deep red, velvet-lined brocade. He held it out and Spike slid his arms in obediently - willing to behave since he was getting to wear something.

“I’ve got her searching for someone who can give us detailed information about that chip.”

“Oh, not that Lucinda the Searcher bit,” Spike sighed, “you don’t still think she can psychically hunt someone down, do you?”

“Of course I do,” Angelus changed the chain for the single anklet again. “She found you, after all.”

Spike stared at him, eyes narrowing again. He’d wondered how his Sire had known to come to LA, to come to that particular club. He’d never believed Lucy’s stories about her ‘Searches’ - he’d always thought she was just bragging, that her vampire-senses were just a little more enhanced when it came to sniffing someone out. But they couldn’t have had his scent, at least not strong enough to track him all the way to Los Angeles. There might have been lingering traces at the Watcher’s or at Xander’s, but not enough to follow him for miles when he’d been in a car.

He’d assumed that they had found the hideaway below his crypt, which would have been rich with his scent, almost as good as awakening their Blood-Bond.

Now he was beginning to wonder if those stories had been true after all.

He was also beginning to plot. If they hadn’t found his basement - then that meant he still had a hiding place to go to if he managed to get away.

“You look almost as pretty in that as you did in the blue,” Angelus stepped back from tying his belt and looked him over. “Yes, very nice.”

“Prancing poof,” Spike answered automatically, glad his Sire was incapable of reading minds.

Angelus shook his head and rolled his eyes. “Disrespectful little thing.” He turned to the closet and carefully chose his own outfit, deliberately dressing in colors that complimented the robe his Childe was in. Matching colors would be too cliche, but a black silk shirt and black leather trousers just set off his pretty red-robed Childe perfectly. The burgundy brocade would just glow when William was tucked under his arm.

“Though ya was making those Scoobies find a doctor, anyway,” Spike grumbled as Peaches led him out the door.

“They are,” Angelus nodded, sliding an arm around his shoulders and pulling him firmly to his side.

“Then why’s Lucy looking?”

“Because I want their plans. A doctor will probably have knowledge limited only to the chip and other medical experiments. They weren’t putting those things in vampire’s heads just to run tests on how your nervous system would deal with the pain, you know.”

Spike blinked at him.

“Think, William,” Angelus said solemnly, “I know you’re smarter than you like to pretend. They weren’t trying to make the world safe from vampires. With the chip, they couldn’t use you as a weapon against humans, but they were trying to control you - and I want to know why.”

A/N: I had an email from a reader questioning why I sometimes had Spike think of Angelus as his Sire but mostly as ‘the Poof’ or another name. No, it’s not a mistake. It’s deliberate and plot-related. Also, they were confused as to why I kept switching his name. When Angelus or his Family are referring to Spike, he’s William because that’s how they think of him. When it’s Spike’s POV or anyone else, he’s Spike. Sorry ‘bout any confusion; I thought it was fairly clear. My bad. :D