“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?!”

*   *   *

In just under eight minutes since Angel had commanded it, Spike stood outside his sire’s door.  He hesitated for a moment, then knocked.  He hadn’t really expected an answer, and a second later he turned the knob, found the door, as he’d expected, unlocked, and stepped in.  Angel was not in the kitchen and seating area, but he sensed him nearby.  As the smaller vampire moved into the bedroom, he was already stripping off his t-shirt, the ten-minute timeframe clearly on his mind.  He didn’t let it drop, though, knowing his sire’s penchant for neatness.  Angel wasn’t in the bedroom either, but there were clear signs that he had been, and very recently.  The bed was stripped down to the bottom sheet, and the top sheet, blanket and bedspread all lay neatly folded on a nearby side chair.

As he’d sensed, his sire was nearby, but clearly, at least for the moment, he chose not to be seen.  This was apparent for two reasons; his obvious absence, and the as-clear presence, at the center of the otherwise stripped bed, of a blindfold.  The strip of black fabric sat amid the snowy whiteness of his sire’s poncy high thread-count cotton sheets, telling its own tale.  If he’d had a heart it would have begun beating faster at the sight of the blindfold.  Spike folded his t-shirt hastily, set it on the floor beside the bedding, then quickly pulled off his boots and stripped off his by now very tight jeans.  He climbed on the bed, picked up the black cloth – cashmere, he noted with a sarcastic eye-roll – and secured it around his head.

With just under a minute left to go, he laid down on the white sheet, reaching out with all four limbs to find the corners of the mattress.  Once he was sure he was positioned correctly, he made one final adjustment; reaching beneath himself, he pressed his steel-hard cock straight down with a grimace, then resettled himself flat on his belly, pressing down firmly to ensure the head of his prick would be visible between his spread legs, as well as the full balls just above.  It was difficult in this position, but Angelus was ever a stickler for protocol, and there’d be hell to pay if he skirted this responsibility in any way.  He squirmed just once, trying to adjust to the feel of the marble disk now pressing against his squeezed balls on one edge, but then stilled abruptly as he sensed another presence enter the bedroom.

Spike tracked his sire’s movements by the incidental sounds he made; the closet door opening, the rasp of something heavy being dragged from it over the faded rug, the click of a clasp as it was opened.  Spike didn’t need to see it to suspect – with a high degree of certainty – that the item taken from the closet was a smaller version of the large chest which currently sat against one wall in the hall downstairs.  He swallowed hard.

A weight settled beside him on the bed and a hand came to rest on one trembling thigh.

“William,” Angel murmured, his hand taking up a light, stroking motion along the pale flesh.  “I could look at you like this for hours.”

“Sure,” the blond said, his voice tinged with sarcasm.

“I could,” the disembodied voice assured him.

“And yet somehow I don’t believe you’ll only be looking,” Spike said.

“You’re right there, lad.  Don’t want to disappoint my boy, now, do I?”

Spike bit back the sarcastic retort on his lips.  Angel was right – he would be very disappointed if his sire did nothing but look at him.  His skin was tingling at the smallest touch and he definitely wanted more.

Silence followed for some minutes, and finally Spike grew impatient.

“You brooding on my time, Peaches?”

“A little, I guess,” Angel agreed, surprising his childe.

“Why?” the blond asked, both curious and a little dismayed that the sight of his naked arse hadn’t knocked the brood right out of his simple sire.

“I can’t believe I let so much time pass before taking what was mine again,” Angel mused, almost to himself.

“Well, we didn’t exactly like each other much since Sunnydale, did we?”

Spike yelped as a sharp smack came down on one cheek.

“Don’t insult me, boy.  You never disliked me, nor I you, no matter how things appeared.  I know what the others thought – I took pains to make them think it – but you and I know better, don’t we?”

“Yeah,” the blond reluctantly agreed.

“You are right about one thing, though,” the dark vampire said.

“I am?” Spike replied, surprise evident in his voice.

“Yeah,” his sire replied.  “Now is not the time for brooding.”

The mattress lifted as Angel’s weight left it.  A minute later Spike felt a silky length circle and tighten about one wrist.  From the stretch and tension that followed, he knew it had been tied to one leg of the bed.  Within minutes all four limbs were secured, and he was drawn and spread open for the other vampire’s perusal and use.  A hand on his thigh nudged a slender length of leather beneath, and it was drawn to the inside quickly, then buckled tightly about his leg.  Another piece of leather was similarly attached to the other thigh.  Then things got interesting.  Spike gasped as two fingers suddenly pinched his cock, just at the rim, and stripped the foreskin back a bit further until the whole head was exposed.  A slimmer band of leather circled it, holding the foreskin down and back, and then several clicks followed.  He knew from the downward pressure that followed that thin but strong chains had been attached to small D-rings on the cock band and drawn over to other D-rings on the thigh bands.

“Lift up,” Angel said.

Spike lifted his hips and groaned as he found his cock secured in the downward position, held tightly by the chains leading from it to each spread and tied thigh.

“Back down,” his sire said, patting one cheek, obviously pleased with the results.

As Spike returned to his prone position, he felt two fingers delve between his thighs to scoop the rounded and squeezed balls up and out.  Other fingers spread his cheeks open and the balls were pressed upward, forced between those two mounds of flesh.  He felt the cool edge of the marble disk even more strongly in this new position, and groaned again.

“Ah, what a sight you are, boyo,” Angel said with a sigh.

“What’s the plan, Peaches?” Spike asked.  “Wanna fill me in?”

“Oh, I fully intend to fill you in – fully,” the dark vampire said, sounding amazingly like his unsouled sire.  “But first…”

His weight left the bed again, but returned a minute later.  A cool hand closed over the exposed portion of his cock, gripping it by the shaft, then an even cooler bit of metal, rounded at the tip, pressed against the slit of Spike’s cock.  He hissed as it was slowly forced it.

“You probably aren’t familiar with this toy,” Angel said conversationally.  “We didn’t have it back in the day, but when I came across it while googling body piercings…”

“You came across sex toys while googling body piercings?” Spike interrupted sarcastically.  He received a smart slap to one cheek for his efforts.

“Hush,” his sire said.  “When I came across it while googling body piercings,” he repeated emphatically, “I couldn’t resist it.”

“What is it?” Spike asked hoarsely, grunting as the slim metal slid slowly inside his urethra.

“A hollow tube, about one quarter inch wide – though I’m sure you figured that part out already.”

Spike nodded, lips pressed together tight as the tube was forced all the way down his straining but constricted shaft.

“And the hollow part is for what?” he finally asked, when he could control his voice once more.

“For this,” Angel said.

Spike couldn’t immediately tell what the ‘this’ was, though he knew something was being inserted down the hollow center by the slight rasping sound he heard and the tiny vibration he felt along his length.  He yelp abruptly when whatever it was reached the end of the tube and was pushed another quarter inch in, this time through a tighter channel of flesh.  It bit, stinging painfully.

“Copper wiring,” Angel replied calmly, pushing the wire another quarter inch, until it was firmly embedded.

“Bloody hell, enough already!” Spike protested.  “What’s it for?”

“You’ll see, Will, be patient.”

“Patient my arse!” was the exclamation that followed.

Angel chuckled.  “Well, now that you mention it.”

Spike felt the back of thick fingers against his squeezed balls an instant before the marble plug was grasped and pulled, and he groaned again as the pleasant sense of fullness was replaced by a disturbing emptiness.  It was only for a minute though, and then another plug, similar, but obviously different, took its place.  Spike knew it was a different one because it was had a strange bump along one edge that he definitely felt as it was inserted.  Angel rotated the plug slowly and Spike yelped again when the protruding bump brushed over his prostate.  The motion was reversed a minute amount until Spike’s growl confirmed its location directly on the small internal gland, and there Angel left it.

“I’m not sure I want to know about this one,” the smaller vampire said roughly.

“It’s a lot like the cavetti…”

“Didn’t I just tell you I didn’t want to know, tosser?” Spike shot back, exasperated.

“But it’s partially hollow,” Angel continued, ignoring the interruption.  “And you,” he added, placing the tip of the cavetti against his childe’s lips, “can make yourself useful by cleaning this up for me.”

Spike rolled his eyes but obligingly opened his mouth and took the small plug in, sucking his sire’s seed from it like a babe on a pacifier.

“The hollow part extends up to the bump, then curves into it.  The rest is solid,” Angel continued to explain, taking quick advantage of what he was sure would be a short-lived silence on Spike’s part.  He was proven right almost immediately.

“Don’t tell me,” Spike said after spitting the now-cleaned cavetti out onto the mattress beside him.  “The hollow part ends with a hole at the outer edge of the bump?”

“Exactly,” Angel answered calmly, choosing, at least for the moment, to ignore the sarcasm in his childe’s voice, figuring the smaller vampire might just have probable cause, under the circumstances.

 “Shit,” the blond murmured to himself.  He both felt and heard a slight rasp along the inside of the plug an instant later.  “Let me guess,” he said resignedly.  “Copper wire?”

“Yup,” Angel replied, a cheery note in his voice.

Spike gritted his teeth, but couldn’t stop the loud groan that was pulled from him as the tip of the wire emerged from the side of the plug and pressed directly into his gland.  His spread legs and arms tensed visibly, but with a massive effort he managed to relax those muscles again.  “You sure you’re okay, pet?” he asked, after he’d gotten himself under control and regained the use of his voice again – minus the squeak he knew it would have had had he spoken a minute before.  “You’re sounding an awful lot like Angelus lately.”

Angel sighed.  “How many times do I have to tell you that it’s me, Will?”

“Yeah, well, I get it in principle, but I’m having a bit of difficulty with the concept in practice,” Spike said.  “Especially when the ‘practice’ involves you and my tackle,” he muttered.

“Don’t worry, Will, I think you’ll like this,” his sire assured him.

“You think?  Let’s go with know, okay?  Knowing’s of the good here.  And Christ if I don’t sound like the children in Sunnydale now,” he added to himself.

“Well, if the instructions are right, you’re going to have an amazingly strong and protracted orgasm before we’re through.  Correct me if I’m wrong, Will, but you’ve always like those, haven’t you?”

“Instructions?” Spike repeated, ignoring his sire’s last comments.  This time the squeak could not be contained.

“Don’t be such a baby,” the dark vampire admonished.  “We did a helluva lot worse back in the day.”

“You,” Spike corrected.  “You did a helluva lot worse back in the day.  Hell, you did it just two days ago.  Shit, you really are Angelus, aren’t you?” he asked, disgusted with himself for the obtuseness that had kept him from fully understanding the situation.

“Calm down, Spike.  Would I really hurt you?”

“Hell yes, you would!” his childe piped up.  “You drained my knackers with those big fucking teeth of yours.  What would you call that?” he asked indignantly.

“I thought you liked it,” the brunet replied quietly.

Spike could clearly hear the pout in his sire’s voice and sighed.

“Yeah, okay, so I did – eventually.  But it’s still a pretty Angelusy thing to have done.  Can’t see Angel doing it, or this, for that matter,” the blond added quickly.

“Spike, when are you gonna get it through your head?  I am Angel and I am Angelus.  There’s not two of us, just the one.”  He said it slowly, as though he were talking to a small child.  “Now can we get on with this, or are you not interested in strong, protracted orgasms?”

The mattress rose as Angel stood, and Spike lifted his head abruptly, turning his covered eyes in his sire’s direction.

“Oi!  Never said to stop now, did I?  Just commenting on the unusualness of it is all, what with your soul and all,” he added, as though that made perfect sense.

“So you’re saying you want me to continue?” his sire asked.

“Well, ‘s not like I really have a choice in the matter, do I?  What with me being the one tied up and all…”

The dark vampire sighed.  “Yes, Will, you have a choice.  It’s your call.”

“Don’t see why I should be the one deciding,” Spike sulked.  “You’re the sire here, ain’t you?”

“Choose, Spike,” Angel demanded impatiently.

“All right, all right – don’t get your knickers in a twist.  Well, since you’ve gone to all the bother – I mean it took some time and effort to plan it all out, yeah?  ‘S only polite to let you finish what you started, I reckon,” he said magnanimously.

Spike could almost hear Angel roll his eyes, but he held his breath, and was rewarded when his sire didn’t push any further, letting him save what little face he had left.  Back in the day he’d lived for the times when he and his sire had played games like this.  The punishments, given a demon’s taste for pain, always had some sort of pleasure associated with them, but the pain, both physical and emotional, usually superseded that, as was the intent where true punishment was warranted.  This sort of play, however, was purely for pleasure, the additional component of pain providing the icing on the cake to their demons.

“So what do the wires get attached to?” the blond asked, after a minute, when he was fairly sure his sensitive sire had calmed down a bit.

“A tens unit – controls electrical current,” Angel answered, sounding somewhat preoccupied.  “The portion of the wires outside the hollow areas of the tube and plug are insulated.”

“Gee, good to know you won’t get a nasty shock, then, ain’t it?” his childe couldn’t help replying sarcastically.

“Spike,” Angel warned.

“All right, all right, just saying,” the blond backed off quickly, before the proffered treat was withdrawn.

“Nag, nag, nag…” Angel muttered, still preoccupied as he attached the wire to two leads.

Spike sniffed, somewhat insulted, but unwilling to push his luck.  After a minute or two of silence, he tried again, this time in a far more conciliatory tone.

“So the tube up my dick is metal, but not the plug?  Feels plastic,” he added.

“Yeah, it is.  It conducts energy, but at a low level – it’ll feel more like warmth than current.”

“But the metal rod…?”

Spike tried not to let Angel hear the slight twinge of trepidation he felt.  His sire was the ponce, not him.

“Definitely conductive,” the big vampire replied without hesitation.

“Oh.”

“Spike,” Angel said with a sigh, “I told you you’ll like it.  Do I or do I not know what you like?”

“Well, yeah, I reckon if anyone does, you do,” his childe agreed reluctantly.

“Well, do you or do you not trust me?”

That was a harder question – to answer out loud, at least.  Spike trusted his sire.  He’d always trusted him, even when it appeared to others around them that it was just the opposite.  There hadn’t been many times in the last seven years, however, when he’d been of a mind to tell the poncey git that, though.

“You know I do,” he finally replied quietly.

“Yeah, I know,” Angel replied, stroking a hand lightly across the pale length of one bound leg.  “I won’t betray that trust, Will,” he murmured, as hesitant as his childe to be open with his deepest emotions.

Spike sniffed, glad his eyes were covered.  “Do your best, peaches.  We both know I can take anything you dish out,” he said cockily, trying to recover some ground.

“If you insist,” his sire said.

Spike just knew the big bastard was smirking by the sound of that reply.  He couldn’t dwell on that, though, or focus on some plot for revenge, because at that minute a switch was thrown – he clearly heard the click – and the tens unit hummed to life.  He tensed, waiting for the charge, but nothing came, not at first, at least.  After a minute or two of intense concentration, he thought he felt something like a very thin trickle that tickled more than anything else.  An instant later he was sure of it, as the trickle increased, and the tickle became warmth along his back passage, with a stronger tingling along the length of his prick.  Angel was obviously turning a dial by the feel of it, and he sucked in a hard breath, knowing there was more to come.

“There are incremental settings, and a variable control,” the dark vampire said, confirming his thoughts.  This setting should be about right for the first part,” he added.

Even as he spoke, Spike groaned as the current increased to a very noticeable level.  It was far below his pain threshold, though, and after a minute he became acclimated to what began as a somewhat distressing sensation.  A few minutes more and the discomfort mutated into something very different.  He groaned again.  This time the sound spoke very little of pain.  His arse throbbed with warmth, and his cock tingled pleasantly.  He shifted his weight, rubbing his hard length against the cool, smooth sheets, enjoying the sensation.

“You like that, lad?” his sire teased.

Spike grunted noncommittally.  No point in giving the big lug ammunition to use later.

It was only a few minutes later, when he was almost lost in the sensation, that Spike abruptly realized the precarious position he was in.  His prick had grown steadily harder and suddenly the pressure of it, restrained in the downward position, moved from pleasure to pain.  The transition happened without warning, and he sucked in a hard breath in realization.

“Angel…”

“I see you’ve finally figured things out, boyo,” his sire replied.  “Great pleasure comes at a price, lad, you know that,” he said gently, all signs of teasing now gone.

Spike squirmed, unwilling to beg.  His sire loved it when he begged, and right now he was feeling far too manipulated – even though he should have figured it out long before this – to accommodate the big bully.

“Ah, Will,” Angel said, a reverent tone in his voice.  “You should see how your balls are swelling.  I think they may get bigger than they were two days ago.  Next time we’ll use the tens before I drain you, eh?”

Spike groaned at that suggestion, already on edge at the anticipation of what was to come.  Surely Angel would take pity and undo him before he came, wouldn’t he?  Yes, of course he would, he told himself.  After all, he couldn’t really come in this position, and Angel had said that he would be coming, so that meant…

“Angel, you’re going to undo the bands before I come, right?” he asked, unable to stop himself, despite his previous determination.

“No,” his sire replied calmly.

Spike gritted his teeth.  “Bastard!” he finally spat out.

Angel laughed.  “Spike, come on, we’ve been through this.  You’re gonna like it, I said it and I meant it.”

Spike scowled, unwilling to agree to anything his sire said right now, no matter how true he knew it to be.  Meanwhile the tens unit hummed on, his cock grew impossibly harder, and his balls continued to swell between his cheeks like over-inflated balloons.  He hadn’t thought it was even possible to come in this position a minute ago, but he was beginning to rethink that conclusion – much to his dismay.  He couldn’t imagine that climaxing like that could be anything but extremely painful.

“Jesus, Will, you’re a pretty sight,” Angel murmured, clearly entranced by what he saw.  I wish we reflected in mirrors so you could see this.  The head of your prick is deep purple, with the slit stretched wide by this silver probe.  You’re leaking out of it…”

He stopped abruptly, and the next minute Spike sucked in a hard breath as his sire’s tongue flicked against the head of his cock.  He heard a slight hiss, and smelt something acrid in the air, and knew that Angel’s tongue was sizzling with the low-level shock he’d just received.  What really almost drove him crazy was the fact that he was sure that Angel had known it would happen, but had been unable to resist it anyway.  It made Spike feel incredibly happy and almost light-headed with delirium to have such strong proof of the impact he had on his sire.

The tongue disappeared and Spike had to bite back the plea that hovered on his lips.  But he held it in, even when Angel’s weight left the mattress.  Luckily, just before he gave up and began to beg in earnest, the dark vampire returned.

“I want an unobstructed view,” his sire explained, slipping the edge of something slick under the head of his childe’s prick.  “And I donna’ want to lose a drop,” he added, his voice thick with the Irish, as it usually was when he was immersed in the hedonistic pleasure so central to his old, human self, as well as to the demon at his core.

Spike suspected a long, narrow strip of oil cloth had been placed on the mattress between his legs to catch his spill, and that thought sent a jolt of excitement straight to the pit of his belly.  That sensation suddenly shuddered upwards, ending in a harsh gasp as cool fingers joined in, stroking his swelling balls gently.  The low level current continued on, and Spike began to pant, thrusting down to rub his restrained prick against the sheets and then up again, to push into the knowing fingers.  Just a little bit more…

“Bloody hell!” Spike burst out in frustration, when the desperate motions were insufficient to bring him off.  “Turn it up, tosser, I need to come!”

“Soon, Will,” Angel replied soothingly.  The fingers continued to gently stroke his ever-tightening balls.

“Christ, Angel, now!” his childe whined, writhing in his restraints.

Angel leaned over, letting his heavier weight hold the smaller vampire secure, and nuzzled against his ear, licking the curved shell.  “Shh, little one, I’ve got you.”

Spike groaned, trembling all over from the overwhelming sensations that had filled him so slowly he’d hardly been aware of them at all, until suddenly he was aware of nothing else.  When his balls started to clutch and release in pulsing waves, Angel felt it as soon as he did.  The dark vampire pulled away abruptly, and his hand slid up onto one cheek to keep his view unobstructed.

“Are you ready, lad?” he asked.

“God, yes,” the blond whimpered, writhing feverishly on the cool sheets.

Angel’s touch was removed from him altogether, and suddenly the current surged.  The charge at the base of his cock shot straight through to the gland nearby, and the charge on the gland itself doubled the impact.  Spike howled as a climax unlike any he’d ever experienced before was ripped from him.  It felt like his balls were gripped in a vice, but this vice squeezed and released faster than was humanly possible, and cum shot from his iron-hard cock so hard and fast it was as though it was one, continuous stream, rather than the dozens of pulsing shots that actually made it up.  He bucked and sobbed, and the jiz kept coming.  Just when he thought he couldn’t stand it a minute more, the current disappeared and he collapsed in a rumpled heap.

“Jesus,” Angel whispered, staring down at the pale figure on the mattress.

Spike was insensate, and completely unaware as Angel removed the cum-laden oil cloth and pulled the hollowed plug from his channel.  A low-level current appeared again suddenly, tingling along his utterly flaccid dick and jerking him back to awareness a moment before his sire’s heavy weight blanketed him and a far larger object than the plug slid deep inside.

“Oh, God,” Angel said, jerking back and then thrusting down again hard with a grunt as the charged tip of the metal probe came in contact with his full balls.  He rocked against the smaller body, gasping with each downward thrust that sent a tingling surge through his own cock and balls, unable to stop.  Finally he came long and hard, filling the already cum-soaked channel with more of the same.  Reaching down with one hand he turned the tens unit off and collapsed on his childe’s strong back.

Spike felt wrung out, but in an utterly blissful way.  Even with the larger vampire’s weight upon him, he felt as though he was floating free, as light as a feather and completely unencumbered.  A rumbling purr vibrated through him, emanating from the creature at his back, and deep in his chest, an answering one replied.  They stayed that way for almost half an hour, but finally Angel pulled slowly away and Spike felt the emptiness of his worked passage filled with the small cavetti again.  The mattress shifted as Angel repositioned himself at the head of the bed, sitting up and leaning back against the headboard with his legs spread out to either side of his childe’s head.  Spike sought out the cock between his sire’s thighs on autopilot, and gratefully let those large hands guide him, swallowing down the silky length to suck the slick from it.  The blindfold was pulled from his eyes, and he blinked upward blearily, Angel’s cock deep in his mouth, then groaned around it as he saw his sire scooping his jiz from the oilcloth that now rested beside him to paint it along his torso in slow, leisurely strokes.

“My scent on you, and yours on me,” Angel whispered, answering the unspoken question glistening in the blonde’s eyes.  He slipped a white-coated thumb into his mouth to suck languidly on his childe’s cum, and Spike groaned again, completely undone.  Tears pricked his eyes, but he refused to relinquish the prize at hand, sucking the long cock in deeper yet.

“Shh, little one,” Angel murmured, slipping his free hand down to wipe away the tears that glistened on his childe’s lower lashes.  “I’ve got you.”

And he did, he had him, completely and irrevocably.