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.

STORY: Spike's little story of his turning isn't the exact truth... Angel loses his soul - or does he? and starts gathering his scattered family. Spike insists that isn't going to include him. He's so very, very wrong...

CHAPTER SEVEN

Spike woke up naked, and chained to the bed.

About what he had expected - except that it was just a single light chain, attached to a beautiful, slender silver cuff around his left ankle. Before, Angelus had always had him weighed down with thick iron chains so heavy he could barely move.

He sat up slowly, wincing as the chip gave him his usual evening reminder that it was still there.

He had no idea where he was - the polished walls and cut-stone floor were unfamiliar, as was the huge, lavishly comfortable bed. He was almost being swallowed up by the fat pillows and thick, silk-lined comforters. He could feel the warmth of an electric blanket, too, and was rather tempted to just burrow back down and sleep until he woke up somewhere else.

He was too hungry to do it, though.

A quick look around the room told him there was no blood waiting for him when he woke. He grumbled, crawling out of the warm bed and hunting for the end of the chain to see how it was fastened. Should have known his Sire was lying - gonna take care of him now, his arse. Locked in a bedroom to starve again. Hoped Drusilla remembered him this time.

At least he wasn't stuck in a wheelchair.

For a moment, he thought the chain was fastened to the bedstead, and gleeful thoughts of demolishing it and escaping out the window danced through his head. Then he discovered that the chain was only wrapped through the carved wooden posts. It was actually fastened to an iron ring, set deep in the stone floor.

Bloody flamin' hell.

Just his luck, Dru and Deb had set up some cute lil' spells on it, too, and he'd turn into a beetle or somethin' if he tried to get away.

A further search of the room - at least the chain was long enough that he could reach all of it, including the very posh bathroom - found no food, none of his clothes, and nothing to use as a weapon.

What he did find was clear evidence - clothes, books, personal items - that this was Angelus' bedroom.

He was in so much trouble.

He sat down on the floor next to the bed, wincing as the cold stone hit his bare backside, and tried to think of what to do. If he got back on the bed, he could go to sleep - or he could hide behind the door with a pillow and see if you could whack another vampire to death.

Sleep was probably the better idea. He just wished he wasn't so hungry.

"I thought you'd be awake," a voice purred, and he jumped up, startled. He hadn't heard the door open, but Angelus was standing just inside the room, gazing at him. "Are you hungry?"

Spike shrugged, trying to act casual, like he wasn't standing bare-butt naked in front of his Sire, and like his Sire wasn't staring at him like he was going to pounce. "Could eat."

"Good." Angelus closed the door firmly and stalked toward him.

Spike blinked, and started backing away.

"William..." Angelus crooned, "you can't run from me. I'm not going to hurt you."

"Says you."

His Sire just grinned, and started unbuttoning his shirt.

Spike stared. What was the bloody Poof doing?! He'd asked if he was hungry, not horny! 'Course, it had never mattered if he was interested in doing it before, why would it start mattering now? Angelus reached for him, and he jumped back, stumbling against the bed. Strong hands wrapped around his arms before he could fall, and then there was the sudden scent of blood in the air.

And not just any blood.

Sire's blood.

Spike stared at the cut Angelus had casually made across his chest, his mouth watering. He swallowed, and shifted his stare to his Sire's face, eyes wide.

"You're malnourished, Little One. Even human blood wouldn't help you much right now. Come, feed." He pulled his Childe against him and Spike couldn't resist any longer. He dove forward and licked up the blood that had started trailing down his Sire's impressive chest, then fastened his mouth over the oozing cut and drank.

Angelus shuddered with pleasure and folded his arms around him, his hands wandering over his back. "That's it, William. Drink. Remember who your Sire is."

Spike whimpered, feeling his long-dormant Blood-Bond with the Elder Vampire slamming open, so intense and sudden that it was painful. He didn't stop swallowing, though - every drop of Angelus' blood was like liquid heat, flowing into his body, soothing aches and pains that he hadn't even realized were there.

"You'll feed from me every day, Little One, and from Penn if I'm not here," Angelus said softly, maneuvering him around until he could lay them both down on the bed. "I want you strong, healthy."

Spike hummed in complete agreement, willing to concede anything at the moment. He had been hungry for so long, and he'd never been allowed to drink this much from his Sire before. He didn't even care that Angelus' hands had started exploring him, sliding over the hunger-lean planes of his chest, down his stomach, spreading his thighs and caressing his genitals. He was getting turned on, anyway; Sire's blood was a potent aphrodisiac, on top of its healing qualities.

By the time Spike had swallowed the equivalent of two bags of blood, there were slick fingers inside him and Angelus was humming happily against his hair, rubbing his cheek against the messy curls.

This was new - the Poof had never bothered to prepare him before. It had always been all about Angelus' pleasure; there was no lube unless he was in the mood for its slick sensation, and no preparation because he liked his partners to feel tight. Spike had always felt that the fact that he'd been turned as an innocent lil' virgin ought to have left him tight enough, but he never mentioned it to Angelus.

He preferred his skin to stay on his body.

"Is that all you want?" Angelus asked when he pulled back and started licking the wound closed.

"Full," Spike said shortly. He was used to no more than a bag - maybe a bag and a half - at a time. Even a vampire's stomach shrank after a while; he felt pleasantly stuffed.

"Are you?" Angelus sat back a little and looked hard into his eyes. Apparently satisfied, his gaze drifted down his Childe's body until it settled on his stomach.

As thin as he was, even with his still-defined muscles, having a full tummy made a little pooch show up on his usually flat torso. Angelus grinned.

Spike looked down to see what was so fascinating, and scowled.

"Cute," Angelus laughed, leaning down and nuzzling the bump.

"Wanker!" Spike grumbled, highly embarrassed.

"Oh, not right now, I'm not," the bigger vampire purred, reaching down and spreading his Childe's legs wider. "No, not right now."

Even as aroused as he was, the motion made Spike automatically start struggling. "Leave me be!" he protested weakly, pushing at the sturdy form hovering above him.

"William," Angelus' hand curved around his Childe's shaft, stroking him slowly, even as his other hand pushed up a knee, opening his youngest to his avid gaze. "You don't need to fight me. You want this," and his fingers gently squeezed the obvious proof.

Too right, he did, but he wasn't about to admit it! "Just feedin', mate, that's all. You know 'ow it is," he scowled.

"Sire," Angelus corrected him softly, snagging a pillow and lifting his Childe easily, placing it under his hips.

"Huh?" Spike was confused.

"I'm your Sire," that deep voice rumbled, even as the head of Angelus' cock pressed against his opening. "Not 'mate' and not 'Peaches' and not 'Poof.' Sire."

"How 'bout 'Ponce'?" Spike asked brokenly, trying not to howl as his Sire pushed inside. He immediately felt so full, so connected - bloody humans didn't have anything on his Sire; no one could compare to his Sire, and wasn't he just becoming a perfect lil' nancy-boy again?

Angelus laughed, the sound vibrating inside Spike and making him whimper. "Say 'Sire,' William - tell me who I am to you."

"Won't," Spike said petulantly, though he found it impossible to keep himself from lifting his hips as Angelus began to thrust. The big hands had started wandering over him again, stroking his skin and playing with his nipples until they were hard little peaks. Angelus' mouth wandered over his face, brushing his forehead, his nose, seeming to test the length of his trembling eyelashes before settling over his own lips. He was rapidly becoming a puddle of confused goo - usually his Sire would be holding his wrists above his head - if they weren't tied to the bedposts - and would have his fangs buried in his throat, draining him until he passed out.

He'd never bothered to try and make Spike feel good while he took him - even though Spike had usually enjoyed it, anyway, providing it wasn't a ruthless punishment-fuck following up a brutal beating - and besides, this was a bit beyond just 'good.'

This was bloody brilliant!

Clever tongue in his mouth, fingers plucking at his chest, huge cock pounding against his prostate -

- and then it all stopped.

"...angel?" he whimpered, staring up at the Elder vampire, who had pulled completely back and was smirking at him.

"Say 'Sire'."

"No!" He squirmed desperately, trying to get closer.

"Call me 'Sire', William," Angelus crooned, brushing the head of his shaft teasingly against his Childe's entrance.

"W-won't... please, Peaches..." He tried to grab at Angelus; he was so close to climax and his demon was wailing at the sudden separation when it had been enjoying the closeness of its father.

Angelus caught his hands easily, and his smirk grew more pronounced. "Little One... just say it. Just say that one sweet word..." he reached between his Childe's legs and stroked a thumb over his balls, then slid a finger inside the slick, open channel.

"Oh... hell..." Spike moaned, writhing beneath him, not even considering trying to get away. Leaving was the last thing on his addled mind.

"Sweet little William..." the rich voice purred, and Angelus set the very tips of his fangs against his Childe's beautiful throat.

That did it.

"Sire... Sire, Sire, SireSireSire... please, Sire, now, pleaseplease... Sire..." Spike started chanting, unable to resist the touch of those ivory fangs.

Angelus gave a growl of triumph and slammed back into him, cock and fangs impaling his Childe at the exact same time.

A scream got caught in Spike's throat and nearly strangled him - he held off from climaxing by sheer will power.

He didn't have permission to come yet, and he didn't want to make his Sire angry.

No matter how good this felt, he wasn't going to forget that it was Angelus who was doing it.

His Sire surprised him all over again when he only took a small sip of his blood, yet left his fangs buried deep in his throat as he pounded into him. He bit back the cries that wanted to escape him, but he couldn't stop himself from arching to meet the thrusts, pushing his hips against Angelus in an instinctive attempt to pull him even deeper.

The sharp fangs slid out of his flesh, and a cool tongue lapped at the wound. "Come for me, now," his Sire whispered, and his body obeyed, clamping down tight on the hard shaft inside him as he painted their stomachs with cool liquid. He subsided into hazy bliss, even though Angelus gave a pleased growl and continued to pound him against the soft bed.

*

It was quite awhile later before they both lay quiet, the room heavy with the scents of blood and sex, curled together in the middle of the huge bed.

Angelus held his Childe close, both arms wrapped around him. "That was fun," he purred, pleasantly sated.

"Whatever you say, Peaches," Spike muttered, shifting around against his Sire's firm body until he was comfortable. And if comfortable meant his head on a broad shoulder and one thigh slung over Angelus' hips - well, he'd be furious with himself tomorrow, but he didn't care right now.

The hard body next to him thrummed with a soft chuckle. "I'll have you calling me 'Sire' continually, soon enough."

"S'wot you think."

A large hand slid down his back to cup his arse, stroking and kneading one cheek like his Sire was petting a cat. "Yes, that's what I think. I'm going to prove to you that you can trust me now, William - I don't care if it takes me another century."

"Prolly will," Spike snorted, before drifting off into sleep.

He nearly missed the whispered reply.

"So be it, then, Childe. So be it."

*

"He fed?"

"Yes."

"How much?"

"Only a little. It will take time."

"I know. How did he react? Are you sure you're not pushing him too quickly?"

"Perhaps I am, but it was needed. I had to connect to him again."

Spike scowled slightly, wondering who the hell was talking and keeping him from sleeping.

"What happens next?"

"We will try the book, though I do not have great faith in it working. He has powerful mental shields."

"We all know that, now. What do we do if it doesn't work?"

"We continue as I have begun. It will just take much longer."

"Do we have that sort of time?"

"What else can we do?"

"Shut up," Spike suggested, burying his face into a pillow and sighing with satisfaction when the room went quiet.

Someone chuckled, and he felt a kiss dropped on his bare shoulder.

After that, he didn't remember anything.