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.

A/N: We interrupt this story’s regularly scheduled angst to bring you the following porn:

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Angelus kicked the door closed behind him, hearing it automatically lock, and carried his Childe over to the bed. He lay William down gently, and his hands flashed at an astonishing speed, reattaching the chain to the anklet and taking off his own bracelet. There, William would be able to move around the room easily again, and not have to worry about staying close to him. That should relieve some of the fear-based tension he could feel in his Childe -

- he hoped.

"William," he said softly, stroking the curls back off the forehead of the Childe who was obviously playing dead, "William, it’s all right. You’re not going to be punished. It was just an accident."

William didn’t budge.

Angelus sighed. This wasn’t going to be the least bit easy. "William," he tried again, "I swear to you - no one is going to punish you. It was an accident, and we all know it."

Nothing.

Angelus frowned, then abruptly shed his clothes, tugged William’s robe open, and stretched out on top of him. "Little One," he purred, nuzzling William’s pretty throat, "You’re not in trouble. Shall I prove it to you?"

That got those thick eyelashes to flicker a little, at least.

He grinned, and licked a long, slow stripe up William’s throat, savoring the flavor of his youngest’s skin. William tasted so very good... He let his hands drift over his boy’s chest, finding the two small nipples and feathering them with tiny strokes of his fingertips.

They hardened into little nubs under his touch, and William’s eyelashes flickered again, showing the briefest bit of blue before it vanished. The body under his tensed slightly, and he grinned, knowing William was already having a hard time holding still.

Having a hyperactive Childe sometimes worked in his favor.

"Little One," he crooned teasingly, letting his touches become firmer as his hands drifted lower. He slid down far enough to take one of those nipples into his mouth, biting at it lightly before soothing the sting with rough strokes of his tongue.

William shuddered.

Angelus’ grin became positively wicked. His hands smoothed their way down William’s sharp hipbones, grasping smooth thighs and spreading them wide. He shifted to settle between them, loving the feel of his Childe’s delicate body trapped beneath his. He’d love it even more when that body was strong and sleek, but he had no objections to enjoying William as he was now.

He abandoned William’s chest for the moment, sliding his mouth down his pronounced rib cage, mouthing wetly at the fragile bones, snickering internally when William tensed further and then squirmed a little.

His Childe was ticklish, and he knew it.

He took blatant advantage of it, too, licking across William’s stomach, openly snickering now as his breath against the damp skin made William’s muscles flutter. He attacked his Childe’s pretty little navel, licking and biting at it until William’s hands were suddenly in his hair, yanking desperately, and William’s body was curling around his head, trying to protect his sensitive areas.

"S-stop," William gasped, half-laughing and half-angry, "stop, y-you great, ruddy Poof! That tickles!"

"I know," Angelus murmured, eyes shining with glee as the vibrations from his words made William yelp.

"You said I wasn’t in trouble," William protested, pulling hard enough at his hair to get Angelus’ mouth away from his skin.

"You’re not," his Sire laughed up at him, "I just wanted you to wake up and listen to me."

"Evil," William muttered, trying to shift away from him.

Angelus wasn’t about to let him. "You’re not in trouble," he repeated, purring, "but I’m not letting you get away now. I’m quite interested in what I was doing."

"It tickles," William protested again, big blue eyes glaring at him wrathfully.

"Does this?" Angelus asked, and swooped down to swallow William’s half-hard shaft.

William yelped - well, it was more nearly a shriek - and Angelus once again had his Childe’s body wrapping around his head - only this time, the hands that were in his hair weren’t trying to pull him away.

He smiled around his mouthful, and brought his tongue into play again, coaxing William’s cock from halfway hard to full hardness - not that it took much coaxing. No matter what his darling’s brain wanted, William’s body was fully happy to be where it was right now.

His hands had been holding on to William’s waist, but now he let him go and slid them down, enjoying the velvet-soft skin of William’s arse as he cupped his cheeks in both hands and began to knead them firmly, allowing his Childe to thrust a little into his mouth. Normally he would have pinned William down and tormented him by not allowing him to move, but he had promised no punishment - even though that was a sort of torture that not many people would complain about.

Besides, William wasn’t exactly in the best position to do much moving, and he wasn’t about to let go of the luscious bum his hands were squeezing, so he could just enjoy that fact that being able to move a little but not enough was making the cutest little whimpers well up in the back of William’s throat.

*

"Angel," Spike moaned, trying to struggle into a better position and failing miserably, "Angel - c’mon, let me just..."

"Sire," the bloody Poof corrected again, managing to speak even with Spike’s cock in his mouth and didn’t that just cause some interesting sensations?

"Angelus," He’d use the name his Sire was back to, but damn if he was actually going to call him ‘Sire’. Spike wasn’t planning on giving in this time - no matter what dirty tricks the other vampire tried, "come on, just let me... lemme shift a lil’..." Dammit, he was already losing his ability to talk - when had Angelus gotten so good at this? Used to be, he made Spike give him blow jobs, never the other way around.

"I like you right where you are," Angelus purred, lifting his lips this time so that the words puffed over Spike’s wet skin.

"Peaches..." Spike pleaded, hands trying to tug Angelus’ head back down, hips trying to get a better angle.

"No, Childe," Angelus laughed, "no ‘Sire’, then no moving." He did drop his head back down, though, tongue coming into play again and exploring the weeping head of Spike’s shaft.

"Why... gotta be ...so bloody stubborn?" Spike managed, not having the least idea of how he got those words out of his mouth when all he wanted to do was howl with frustration - and pleasure.

"I could ask you the same thing," Angelus smirked up at him, then deep-throated him again, completely distracting him from the discussion.

Spike gave up any idea of talking - and since Angelus’ hands were still holding firmly to his arse, he had to give up any idea of moving, too. He only managed to spread his legs a little wider, hoping it would help him to thrust a little harder, the only still-working portion of his brain wondering if it would tempt Angelus into fingering him - that would, after all, get at least one of those iron-gripped hands off of him and maybe then he could shift.

Besides, as much as he was determined to pretend otherwise, having his Sire inside him - fingers or cock, it didn’t matter - was one of the most incredible sensations he’d experienced in his long unlife. Even when Angelus used to punish him with agonizingly painful sex, being penetrated by his Sire had still felt good on some level.

Probably one of those damn demon things, but Spike didn’t care.

Even just the sensation of having his Sire with him right now was calming Spike down - well, not calming - who the hell could be calm while getting a blow job? - but the crippling fear that had gripped him when he’d seen that blood spreading across Lucinda’s blouse and realized that he was responsible for it - that fear was beginning to ease.

And it was all because his bloody damn hateful idiotic pompous twit of a Sire was here and was touching him, holding him, offering him sex as comfort the way he’d heard whispers of other Sires doing, back when he’d been a fledge and still wondered why his entire Family hated him, but other fledgling Childer he had met were cherished and protected.

Was this one of the things that Aerial had been going on about? Was it always supposed to be this way?

Did it make him another bloody Poof to be wondering about sentimental rot like this when there was a wet mouth sucking at him, and wonder of wonders - those fingers were moving, shifting down to trace delicate circles around his entrance and oh, bloody hell!

Again!

That wasn’t helping at all.

"Want to come?" Angelus asked, lifting his head and licking his lips in a satisfied way that made Spike want to slap him - kiss him? - no, definitely slap him.

"Y’know I do," he gasped, waiting for the demand to call Angelus ‘Sire’, the smirk when Peaches said he couldn’t come until he did. He braced himself, absolutely determined not to give in.

"Then come," Angelus smiled, and let go of his arse to give his cock one firm stroke.

Spike thought he was going to explode - he came so hard that stars sparked behind his eyes, his whole body shuddering and convulsing. The room swirled around him in dizzy circles, and he wondered if he was going to utterly disgrace himself by passing out cold.

He didn’t, but it was a damn close thing.

"I don’t know how you keep doing that," he murmured when he finally got his voice back, staring up at Angelus, who was braced over him and very gently rubbing himself off against Spike’s thigh.

"How I keep doing what?" Angelus’ voice was pitched as low as his, barely more than a whisper, his dark eyes fixed on Spike’s face as he moved.

"Keep making me..." Spike trailed off, realizing what he was about to say and tightening his lips angrily. He dragged his eyes away from Angelus’ intense face and stared at the nearest wall.

"How I keep making you come harder than you ever have before?" Angelus words should have sounded taunting, but they didn’t.

Which just annoyed Spike more.

It didn’t help that Angelus kept right on talking. "Even though what I’m doing isn’t exactly earth-shattering sex, hmm?" Now he sounded teasing. "It’s because I’m your Sire, Little One. Because I’m the right kind of Sire now - I know exactly what my demon can do to yours - what it should do to yours, and more than that, I’m doing it. Aren’t you at least having a little fun?"

Spike scowled, still staring determinedly at the wall, although his hands were starting to twitch with the desire to strangle his Sire.

Or, you know, reach down and help him finish, because the feeling and the scent of Angelus as he worked his way toward orgasm was beginning to arouse Spike again.

And of course, his S... the Ponce had to notice.

"Do you want to have another of those orgasms?" Angelus purr-growled the words, letting go of Spike’s hips - he hadn’t even realized that the bigger vampire was hanging on to them - and shifting so that his rock-hard cock was pressing firmly against Spike’s reawakening erection.

It sent little tickling thrills up Spike’s spine, even if they had already done frottage earlier. It was almost like it was brand-new, a never before felt experience.

It was bloody confusing.

"You really got something going on with my demon?" he demanded, finally looking back up at Angelus.

"Of course I do," Peaches the Poofy Prat laughed, "Mine is very happily demanding that your’s should feel pleasure and arousal, so it is. That just makes you feel it doubled and tripled and more - just like you feel the bloodlust when your demon is hungry."

"This is more of Aerial’s babble, isn’t it?" Spike sighed, giving up just a little and wriggling under his Sire to get some friction, "‘Cause I never heard you say anything like this before, and it just sounds like something you’d have loved to spout off - you being able to make your Childer’s demons do things like that."

"I did learn it from Aerial," Angelus nodded, giving a good hard thrust now that Spike’s erection was completely back, "and it isn’t babble. It’s the truth - surely you can tell that. Like I was saying earlier - when’s the last time you came that hard from a blow job?"

"You’ve not been around me for almost a hundred years - not since I was stupid enough to come to Sunnyhell," Spike spat the words at him, "how the hell would you know anything ‘bout how hard I’ve been coming?"

"The look on your face when you came told me a lot," Angelus said, and now he sounded smug. "Besides, I’m your Sire - I know everything, remember?"

"Do you know how to come?" Spike groaned, beginning to writhe in earnest now. He would never have believed that he’d had such an intense climax just a few minutes ago, to consider the state of his cock now. He ached like he’d been teased and tormented for days - it was worse than the time Drusilla discovered cock rings.

Even with his vampire physiology, there was no way he should be this hard again this quickly. If Angelus didn’t get with it and do something about it soon - he was going to bite him.

Oh, wait. That probably wouldn’t help. He didn’t even want to imagine what tasting Sire’s blood right now would do to him. He would explode.

"Of course I do," Angelus was smirking openly at his question, "I’m just trying to decide if I want another orgasm this way, or if I want to be inside you. Of course, I can always have both..."

Spike moaned, unable to even imagine having full sex after this. "You’re trying to dust me, aren’t you?"

"No," Angelus said sharply, a look showing on his face that Spike had never seen before - rage, and fear and something else, a look that he didn’t understand at all - he couldn’t even say what it was.

Although something, deep inside him, knew - and took that look to lock away in memory until Spike was ready to deal with it.

"No," Angelus repeated, his sinuous movements stopping cold, "don’t even joke about that, Childe. Don’t you dare!"

"All right," Spike said quickly. He didn’t like that look, not the least little bit, and despite his orgasm and returned arousal, despite all of Angelus’ efforts, he could still feel the tension from earlier creeping back over his skin. His hands twitched nervously, then immediately moved in an instinctive attempt to distract Angry Sire - they flew to Angelus’ shoulders and began to skim down his body.

Across his chest, smoothing over Angelus’ own nipples, down his ribs and stroking his stomach, before he repeated his Sire’s move from earlier and wrapped his hands around both of them, stroking hard.

For the moment, it worked - Angelus groaned and promptly renewed his thrusts, pushing himself hard against his Childe as his eyes took on a definite yellow gleam.

Then Angelus blinked down at him, frowning, and Spike wondered what he’d done now.

"You’re still upset," Angelus said, one hand coming up to touch Spike’s face. "Still afraid that you’re going to be in trouble, aren’t you?"

"I’m not afraid of you!" Spike said angrily.

"Hmm," was Angelus’ response - then suddenly the room was spinning and Spike gave a shout of surprise -

- then found himself on top of Angelus.

On top of his Sire.

He stared, fairly certain that his eyes were wide enough for them to fall out of his head.

Childer weren’t suppose to be on top - not even to ride their Sires. Not to give blow jobs, not to have frottage, and not ever, ever to penetrate.

"What..." he managed, too shocked to even move.

"I thought perhaps you’d calm down if I gave you a bit of control," Angelus smiled - smirked - up at him, settling his shoulders against the mattress and then tucking his hands behind his head. He spread strong thighs and laughed when Spike yelped as his legs dropped down between them, pressing their groins back firmly together.

"Well?" Angelus gave him the lifted-eyebrow look, "aren’t you going to do anything?"

Spike firmly pushed down the fledge-like feeling that he wasn’t allowed to do this, and allowed a grin to creep over his face. "M’just tryin’ ta decide what ta do first," he gloated, making sure he got some of his Cockney accent back. It helped him feel more ‘Spike’ and less ‘William’, and he’d allowed it to vanish quite shamefully over the past few days.

"Are you?" Angelus gave a little thrust of his hips and that was that.

Spike thrust back, hard, and remembered exactly why being on top during one of these sessions was so much fun. Not that bottom was bad - not at all - but controlling where and when and how hard added an incredible extra dimension to an already amazing experience.

*

Beneath him, Angelus gave a growl of pleasure and despite his best intentions, he jerked his hands out from behind his head and wrapped long fingers around William’s hips.

"Come on," he encouraged his Childe, "harder."

William glared at him, making Angelus chuckle a little at his boy’s ability to stay miffed even in circumstances like these, but he obeyed. His thrusts sped up and became stronger at the same time, each snap of his hips sending jolts of delight through Angelus’ body.

It didn’t hurt the situation any that the surprise of being on top had leeched most - he hoped for all but he couldn’t really tell - of the fear-based tension out of William. He was still tense, but now it was for a completely different reason.

A very nice reason, Angelus thought, and he’d like to have a bit more of that tension. He let a hand slide up, caressing all the way, until it was on the back of William’s neck. He tugged his Childe down and kissed him deeply, warring with his tongue in a way he’d always loved. Then he slid his mouth away, peppering little kisses along William’s jaw and down his throat.

Then he bit him.

Hard.

William cried out with surprise, and his body stuttered in its movement - a bit of warm wetness spread against Angelus’ cock and he grinned around his fangs, knowing he’d made William come a little, although not completely.

He slid his fangs out of William’s throat, letting a little blood run down his skin to enjoy cleaning up later. "I think it’s about time you came," he whispered, kissing the center of William’s neck.

Then he sank his fangs into the other side.

William howled, his entire body seeming to convulse - Angelus barely noticed that he was coming, himself, too busy enjoying the stunning sight of watching his Little One climax -

- and then William collapsed against his chest, out cold this time.

Angelus smirked again, rolling onto his side and tucking William carefully against him. He tangled their legs together and wrapped both arms tightly around his Childe. William was probably going to be angry when he woke up - he was angry all the time, but it was better than having him terrified - so he was going to enjoy holding him close without his boy struggling to get away.

There would be difficulties enough later; checking on Lucy, going over plans with Penn, listening to the advice Tomas and Debbie would have for him, meeting with the Scoobies, consulting with Daniel over their defenses, discovering if Drusilla had any more visions - for now, he just wanted to lay here with his offspring and rest.

The problems could wait.

A/N: Next chapter we return to our regularly scheduled angst.