A minute later Spike stepped through the door and into the hall again.  He looked seriously rumpled but supremely satisfied.  Angel was nowhere in sight. 

“Up, you lazy things,” the blond said with obvious good humor.

The three scrambled to their feet to stand at loose attention.  Spike looked them over, relishing their warm, flushed skin and funky, post-sex smells.  He took a deep breath, clearly taking their scents in, and the heat emanating from the two males increased.

“Luscious,” he said with a smirk.  “But I see we still have some work to do, so for today at least, weapons training is cancelled.”  He considered the three thoughtfully, then finally pointed at the ex-Watcher.

“Over here, Wes – straddle the bench.”

Wesley’s eyes flashed wide, and he hesitated for an instant before he moved to obey.

“Need to work on that, pet,” Spike corrected him gently.  “Instant obedience, yeah?  No hesitation.”

“Yes, Master William, forgive me,” Wesley said, ducking his head contritely.

“Already done, luv.  I know you’re trying and will do better next time.”

Spike stroked soothingly along his shoulder as he spoke, and Wesley nodded gratefully.

“All right,” the blond continued on.  “It’s like this; as pets in a vampire House, you need to get used to being accessible and available, and a good way to do that is to practice with each other.”

Gunn and Wesley exchanged startled glances, but Illyria simply tilted her head as she continued to wait for Spike’s instructions.

“So the remaining few hours will be a joint training session doing just that.  One pet will prep another and the third pet will take the prepped pet.  I’ll alternate the roles so that all configurations are used.  You’ll have two minutes to prep, and five minutes to fuck – no more.  During that two minutes you will adequately prepare the pet for a relatively painless fucking, but no one will come unless I tell them to – understand?”

Wesley and Gunn wore apprehensive looks, and Spike immediately addressed their unspoken concerns.

“I know you’re a bit worn out right now, and if you can’t manage it, you can use the contents of your toy chest until you can.  You’ll need to ask permission, though, and I will make sure that you truly can’t function before I give it,” he said with a smirk.  “I would recommend you’re sure you need it before asking to use a substitute.”

The two humans squirmed under his knowing gaze.

“Then again, you’re relatively young, and I fully expect your libidos to make a recovery sometime during the next few hours, then you may have the opposite problem.  You might need your cock rings to help ensure compliance, though I would prefer you not use them unless it’s absolutely necessary,” he said, addressing the two males.  “If you need it, you will immediately tell me.  And you, Blue,” he said, turning to address her directly.  “You’ll need some assistance for the fucking part – not fair if you only get to use your fingers on them while they use their cocks on you, is it, luv?”

“No,” she said, shaking her head in the negative.

“Well, luckily for you, I’m sure that Angel included some nice dildos in the toy chest he gave to you,” the blond replied with a smirk.  “Why don’t you run upstairs and get your satchel, along with Gunn’s and Wesley’s?”

Illyria nodded and jogged quickly from the hall.  Spike turned his attention back to the two men, one of whom sat straddling the bench, while the other stood beside him.

“Don’t think I’ll need to instruct too much here, boys,” he said with a smile.  “Wesley, bend over, and Gunn, get to it.  Two minutes.”

*   *   *

Two and a half hours later the pets were exhausted and glistening with sweat.  Spike had not participated in any way, save to rotate the roles of each for the encounters, so it wasn’t surprising that a very large erection pressed against the front of his black jeans.  The others glanced at it at first furtively, but then more openly as the night progressed.  Spike ignored both it and their stares with a blithe air of indifference.  He’d been taught that particular lesson quite well by Darla and Angelus back in the day, though to be fair, Angelus had rarely been content to leave him in that state – he liked watching his boy come too much to forego that personal pleasure.

The most recent session had seen Wesley at the center of the other two’s attentions, with Illyria prepping and Gunn fucking.  It had been extremely hot to watch; the human’s inhibitions to touching and taking each other had started to melt away after their first two encounters.  Gunn had used one of the dildos from his toy chest during his last two sessions, and had become amazingly adept at it, but when he’d asked permission a third time, Spike had shook his head, stepped in and stripped the black man’s cock ruthlessly until it had responded.

The resultant erection had impressed everyone, including Gunn himself, and he’d proceeded to give a very lusty fucking to the ex-Watcher on the bench beneath him, clearly pleased with his new-found ability to perform under such duress.  From the sounds he’d made, and the thick erection that strained up against his own belly, Wesley had admired the performance as well.

“Time,” Spike called out.

Gunn immediately disengaged, pulling his cock from Wesley’s stretched but still tight hole with a slurp.  He spared one reluctant glance at the slowly closing aperture before swinging his leg over the bench to stand up beside Illyria.  Wesley was only a second behind him.  Spike inspected them closely, pleased with their performance and the comfort level that had grown with each session.  Both men still sported raging erections, since of course they hadn’t been given permission to come, and a slick glistening at the apex of Illyria’s thighs clearly told of her arousal, even had Spike’s nose not already informed him of it long ago.

“Very nice, pets,” Spike said with a low growl, prowling slowly about the three.  His movements were the very image of a text-book predator stalking his intended prey, although in this particular instance, the prey appeared not only willing, but quite anxious to be caught and consumed.

“One more lesson, then you’re through for the day,” the blond said as he completed his circuit and stood before them again.  He backed up slowly and took a seat on his bench, knees sprawled shamelessly apart.  With a slight hand motion he indicated that the pets should kneel.  They quickly took the at-ease position the hand signal had designated and waited, their eyes pinned to the face of the Master of their House.

“As pets of a vampire House and Clan, you will always be aware of and attentive to your Masters and our actions, whether in private or in public.  If, for example, I do this,” he said, slipping a hand down to undo the top button of his jeans.  “You will respond appropriately.  Illyria, demonstrate.”

The blue god rose up on her knees and crawled to the vampire, until she knelt between his wide-spread thighs.  With one delicate, blue-vein tinged hand she undid the other buttons, reached in to pull out his large, pale erection, and immediately took it deep into her throat, eyes pinned on the stern face above her.

“Good girl,” he murmured, stroking lightly over her smooth scalp with one hand.

“This is what you’ll do.  If more than one of you is present, you’ll watch for an additional signal.  If there’s only one of you there, you will act immediately, understand?” he said, addressing the two humans while still idly stroking along Illyria’s head.  It was almost as if he were immune to the sensation, but the slight hollowing of his cheeks, and the resultant sharper prominence of his cheekbones, told a different story.  He may have had over a century’s time to become acclimated to such delicious sexual pleasures, but he’d never become jaded to them, that was clear.  Still, a sudden shift of his features, subtle though it was, told them all that something new had captured his attention, above and beyond the warm, wet mouth on his cock.  They tracked the new figure’s movements not by sound – he was completely silent – but by the slight motion of the blond vampire’s eyes as they followed his progress behind them.  Angelus had definitely entered the building.

The pets wondered at it – the dark vampire had joined them once before this night, and not so long ago at that.  They, of course, didn’t know about Angel’s plan to mark his childe as often as possible before the meeting, so they simply assumed it was part of his stated intentions to mark them.

With that in mind, they were on their best behavior, knowing that times like this, during training, called for formal behavior in their House.  They didn’t turn around, but instead kept their attention firmly on the face of the Master of their House as he sat across from them.  They knew an instant before Angel appeared in their midst by the slight flicker of Spike’s eyes to their left.  The Clan Master stepped around the benches, moving like a big, sleek panther, a predator supremely confident of his place at the top of the food chain.  The big vampire finally stopped when he stood behind his childe, staring down over his shoulder at the pet kneeling between the smaller vampire’s spread thighs.  Even when his hands came down to rest on Spike’s shoulders, the humans watching assumed his attention was focused on the kneeling pet.

They were wrong, but that wasn’t immediately apparent to either of them.  Angel continued to watch the action appraisingly, a glint in his eyes.  The only motion he made was to lightly stroke his fingers down from the shoulder where it had initially come to rest, across an upper arm.  It was a benign enough touch, and Wesley and Gunn thought nothing of it.  They hardly notice it, really, because if they had, they might have found it odd that what appeared to be a random, unconscious caress, occurred only on Spike’s right arm.

At first Spike appeared to ignore the figure standing behind him altogether.  With the exception of his awareness as he entered, he appeared to have shifted his attention back to Illyria completely.   But when Angel’s other hand slid slowly up from his shoulder so that his thumb could stroke lightly up and down along the length of the blonde’s neck, his lashes fluttered.  With a soft sigh, Spike leaned his head back against the bare, taut abdomen behind him and let his eyes drift closed.  Angel leaned down to nuzzle against the other side of his neck, where his claiming bite lay, and the still figure on the bench shuddered.  Wesley and Gunn watched, eyes wide at the subtle yet strangely erotic display.

“Are you enjoying yourself, Will?” Angel asked, his voice so low that only the other vampire heard him.

“Yeah,” his childe murmured, lashes fluttering again at the sensation of Angel’s lips moving over his flesh with each soft word spoken.

“I love watching you like this, your fat prick swallowed up and sucked down.  Is she doing a good job?”

“Yeah,” the blond repeated.

The humans didn’t even see his lips move, much less hear a sound emerge from them.

“Good.  You’re training them well, boy.  You’ll do our Clan proud at the meeting.  But you won’t come, understand?”

Spike’s lashes fluttered again, indicating he’d heard.  Angel obviously read in that sign agreement as well, because he didn’t repeat his demand.

“You’ll be upstairs, in my bed, naked, on your belly, and spread-eagled in ten minutes.”

Without further ado Angel lifted his head, nodded at the humans on the bench, and left as silently as he’d entered.

Spike’s gaze turned downward to Illyria immediately, but the instant Angel was out the door, he tapped her shoulder and she drew back.

“Good girl, Blue,” he commended, his voice hoarse.  “Do me up.”

She frowned, but did as commanded, stuffing his hard prick back into the tight confines of the black jeans and buttoning the fly up with difficulty.  When she was through he waved toward the opposite bench and she gracefully unfolded from the floor and took her seat between the two humans.

“Normally I’d keep you in the bands for the rest of the evening,” he said to the two males.  “Discipline and all, you know,” he added, standing up to pace restlessly in front of them.  His rampant erection strained at the front of his tight pants and his eyes flickered for an instant beyond them, to the door, betraying some distraction.  “But you’ve all been very good tonight, so I’m giving you a bit of time off.  Take an hour and sort yourselves out any way you like,” he said with a magnanimous wave of his hand.  Even as he did it, though, he was already moving toward the door.  “Then back to the business of getting the hotel ready – get it done tonight,” he called out over his shoulder as he pulled the door open and passed through quickly.

His exit was followed by a few minutes of silence as the pets exchanged glances.

“Is it just me, or is something going on between Angel and Spike?” Gunn finally asked, brow wrinkled in confusion.

Illyria tilted her head, the slight arch of one brow indicating her amazement at the question and Wesley burst out laughing.

"What?!"