Author: Mithril

E-mail: taptap@mn.rr.com

Title: Most Favored

Pairing: Angel/Spike

Rating: Adult

Summary: The Aurelius Clan chooses a new Master

DISTRIBUTION: Various S/A friendly lists.

Spoilers: Post NFA. Angel slays the dragon, and the battle is won with Illyria's manipulation of time, which also results in Wesley's return. Angel, Spike, Wesley, Gunn, and Fred/Illyria are now back in the 'Angel Investigation' business. All live in the Hyperion.

Disclaimer: I don't own Angel or Spike or anything else from ME.

Feedback: Always welcome.

Part 57

Once the pets were gone, Spike joined the other three vampires beneath the covers. Angel, of course, had never really woken up, and Drusilla and Miss Edith had already joined him, cuddled together and nestled beside him. Spike pressed his naked, weary body to his sire's, the warmth of the bath, bed and lair sinking into his flesh. He sighed with pleasure and ignoring his erection, closed his eyes and joined his family in a deep, dreamless sleep.

* * *

Waking was a gradual process of awareness; awareness of both pain and pleasure. His chest hurt – badly. It felt like it had been torn apart and then reassembled. On the other hand, cool, solid flesh against that same chest felt so good, so familiar, so comforting. One of his eyes ached and felt glued shut. His nose didn't seem quite right, but his sense of smell was intact, and what he smelt was good. What he smelt was family.

Angel opened his eyes slowly – one with considerable more difficulty than the other – to see what he already knew; his childer, Spike and Drusilla, along with Dru's new girl, were nestled on either side of him in the big bed.

Three of them, himself included, were naked. Drusilla still wore her shift, which didn't surprise him in the least. She'd always had a strange sense of dress modesty – strange given the absolute lack of any other moral concerns she exhibited upon her turning. Rarely ever had she been seen naked in their household unless ordered to strip entirely by Darla or himself. Of course that meant that Angelus had done so often back in the day, enjoying not only his domination over his childe, but the additional bit of humiliation that seemed to come with that particular command where she was concerned.

Will, on the other hand, had been just the opposite, stomping about each of the houses they'd inhabited naked more often than not, and singing at the top of his lungs. As it turned out, the once intensely shy human apparently had a bit of an exhibitionist streak buried within him, which generally worked out quite well, since Angelus could match that easily by a lusty voyeurism fetish. But no matter how much he'd enjoyed watching his boy in the altogether, now and then Angelus had had to demand that his childe 'put something on and shut up, for god's sake, before the whole damn neighborhood comes to call with pitchforks and torches!'

Angel groaned suddenly when a hand closed over his usual waking erection. "Don't Dru..." He wriggled a bit, but didn't make much of a real effort to get her to loosen her hold.

Spike's eyelids fluttered at the sound, just as Drusilla spoke. "Daddy's ready for some fun, little puss. Remember what mummy told you?"

Miss Edith nodded, leaning up on a forearm to peer over her sire's shoulder.

"Are you being a naughty girl, Princess?" Spike asked, yawning, but not moving from his spot draped along the left side of his sire's torso.

"Shhh, silly boy, I'm being a good girl to set an example for Miss Edith. Today is daddy's day, isn't that right, Spike?"

"That it is, luv, that it is. Isn't every day a vamp becomes Master of their Order, now is it?" Spike asked with a drowsy, sweet smile quite unlike his usual wide-awake smirk. "Dru, do you remember the house near Bath?" he asked, seemingly apropos of nothing.

"With the pretty pond and ducks, and that lovely stable boy?"

"Dru..." Angel moaned again, but Dru didn't seem to hear, intent as she was on the memory Spike had raised. Her fingers continued to move upon him beneath the silk sheets, though.

"Yeah, that's the one. Remember how we had to spend three days holed up till that nasty crowd died down?"

Dru shivered, and so did Angel when her grip tightened upon him.

"But it wasn't all bad, was it? We had lots of play time together then."

Now the Big Bad's smirk was firmly in place.

"Remember that thing you did that da liked so much?" he prompted. "When you played the fishing game?"

Drusilla's eyes lit up. She released her hold on said sire abruptly – to an accompanying moan of frustration – and sat up to clap her hands with girlish delight.

"It was ever so fun," she said.

"Maybe you should do it again, and teach your girl, too, it being daddy's day and all."

"I shall!" she declared, rising up on her knees near Angel's waist, and reaching back to tug her girl up as well. "You go over there, puss, on the other side," she instructed, pointing to where Spike still lay. He sat up, threw the covers to the floor, and obligingly moved to sit cross-legged further down near the foot of the bed.

Angel sat up abruptly, naked and erect, and Spike leaned forward and pressed his hand to that broad chest, pushing lightly. Of course Angel could have resisted such a paltry force, but he glanced down between his childe's open thighs to where his erection strained upward, licked his lips and eased back down until he lay flat on his back once more.

Meanwhile, Drusilla slid a hand beneath her sire's knee and drew it up, catching the sole of his foot to cradle it in her other hand. She pressed it to her linen-covered chest, between both breasts, and looked over at her childe. "Like this, Miss Edith."

The fledgling copied her motions, lifting and holding Angel's left foot.

"Now pretend you're a little fishy in the pond, nibbling on a tasty treat," Drusilla instructed, lifting the foot and beginning to nibble and lick along Angel's toes. He shuddered, arching up off the bed, but she held him firm, and then sucked his big toe into the cool cavern of her mouth.

"Oh, god..." Angel moaned.

Miss Edith commenced to nibble, lick and suck the toes on Angel's other foot, and in minutes he was writhing between them, his legs drawn up and out, spreading him open wide.

"Good girls," Spike murmured, his gaze pinned on Angel's exposed cock and balls as they strained high, laying flat against his taut belly. He shifted to his hands and knees and slowly began to crawl between the spread thighs, stopping when his knees were nudging up beneath the lifted backs of Angel's thighs. With one hand Spike cupped the pendulous sac, held it firmly, then pulled downward until Angel's cock stood straight up. Angel moaned softly, then cried out when Spike took him to the back of his throat without warning. His childe glanced up from beneath fringed lashes and somehow managed to smile at him, despite the girth of that broad cock filling his mouth.

"Oh, god," Angel said again, arching up once more, this time to thrust his erection even deeper, until Spike's nose was buried in the coarse curls of his groin.

Spike set to work then, leaning over Angel's lower torso to suck, nip and lick his cock with a feverish delight. The hand that had been holding his balls released them and came up to rest, palm flat, upon the straining muscles of his abdomen above. Angel could see all of this, but what couldn't be seen, with Spike's body positioned thus, was that his other hand now cupped a firm cheek beneath a lifted thigh. It stayed there only minute, though, moving until the fingers stroked the cleft between, rubbing lightly over the small puckered opening there.

"Spike..." his sire warned in a tight voice.

Spike glanced up again, and in his eyes Angel could easily read his childe's thoughts. Angel himself had agreed that this was for show, that between them, away from this charade, he would not insist upon sire-rights. A part of him angrily insisted that he was not only Spike's sire now, but the head of their Order, and certainly that changed things, didn't it?

Apparently not, he realized a moment later when the tip of his childe's finger breeched his tight outer ring.

"Christ!"

Angel arched up again, partly as an instinctive response to escape the unexpected intrusion, partly from the very unexpected pleasure of it. With his cock buried in his childe's throat, and a slim finger firmly embedded in him, he felt both constrained and plundered all at once, and it was a heady, exhilarating feeling. He fell back to the bed, writhing between the prison of the three bodies surrounding him. Finally, unable or unwilling to escape entirely, he threw his arms over his face, covering the depth of emotion filling him. He felt so exposed, so vulnerable, both physically and emotionally. It was the illicit touch upon him that shouldn't be allowed but for the one doing it, and it was the blissful satisfaction of being enclosed again – finally – in a physical lair with family. When a second finger joined the third, he cried out again, but he made no further attempt to escape, and when both of those fingers stroked hard upon the little nub inside, he sobbed incoherently, the sound muffled by his arms, still protectively covering his face.

And then it was all chaos. The multiple touches upon his opened and exposed flesh were almost too much to bear; hands stroking along his feet, calves, thighs, belly and chest; lips, teeth and tongues on his toes; hot, wet mouth sucking his cock so deep he felt devoured; two, no three, fingers thrusting inside and driving him to distraction. Every part of him was stimulated, and he felt dizzy with the overwhelming sensations, clutching his arms tighter to his face as he writhed between the three vampires and their tender-firm, inescapable hold upon him.

"Ohgodpleasewillpleasefuckohgodohgodohgod..."

He was babbling, something he only did occasionally, and only then with his human friends when he was completely confused by their twenty-first century human behavior, and he was begging, something he never did. But he needed to come so bad. The buildup of pressure was painful in its intensity, and that brought its own form of ecstatic, tortuous pleasure.

The mouth on his shaft tightened, sucking harder and swallowing so that preternatural muscles convulsed along the spongy head of his cock and the iron-hard shaft. A hand returned to his balls and began to work them hard, rolling, stretching, and squeezing until a sob broke through Angel's babbling litany. The fingers in him thrust hard, deep and fast now, each time punching over his prostrate and causing his hips to jerk and writhe incessantly. He was nothing but nerve endings and sexual flesh, a body stimulated beyond control. Finally his face shifted and he roared, arms flung to the mattress above his head. He arched up, feet pressing against the vampire stirrups containing him, thrust up into the hot waiting mouth, and back down to the penetrating fingers, needing all of it at once. His balls surged, and a hard hand closed tight around them in counterpoint, and their contents exploded up his shaft and out the gaping slit in hard, long pulses, each one accompanied by a continuous stream of curses and pleas by some voice that seemed other than his own, so hoarse and distant it sounded to his ears. And then there was silence.

Angel didn't know how much time had passed before he became aware of his surroundings once more. He lay on the bed, as he had before, but his legs were flat to the mattress now. Drusilla and her childe still knelt to either side of him, but now their hands were stroking soothingly along his belly and chest. Spike still knelt between his spread thighs, but he simply watched his face with those blue, blue eyes, hands lightly resting upon the curve of each thigh where it joined with the hip.

Angel took this all in, and realized that the pain and discomfort he'd felt upon waking was completely absent now. All he felt now was a sublime sense of comfort and pleasure. His satisfied body hummed with it. Tears pricked his eyes and he pulled his arms down to cover his face again, embarrassed by the emotions filling him.

Suddenly he felt a gentle hand stroking along his stomach. He thought it must be Drusilla, but when he wiped his eyes and pulled his hands away, he found it was instead his Most Favored, eyes atypically softened with sympathy.

With a groan he reached up, grasped Spike by the forearms and pulled him down to lay atop his body. His arms wrapped around the thin but steely torso and hugged him close, burying his nose in the curve of his neck to breath in his childe's scent.

Spike stayed still for a minute, almost rigid in his sire's hold, but then the tension collapsed and he burrowed deeply into the familiar body below him, nestling his face tight to the spot on Angel's throat where the blood was thickest, and so close to the surface. He breathed him in even as Angel did the same to him, and shuddered with the sense of completion that gave him. Finally he slid his hands up under his sire's shoulders to hold him, even as he was held, and it was good, so good.

A rumbling purr deep in the larger vampire's chest lulled him, and almost distracted him from the painful erection straining between their bellies. But he couldn't keep his hips still, rubbing that length against his sire's already hardening cock. He needed just a bit more.

Suddenly Angel rolled, holding him close. Neither was aware of the startled gasp from the fledgling as she jumped from the bed to get out of their way, or of Drusilla's fond smile as she gestured her childe to join her on the other side of the mattress. Both were only aware of Angel's heavier weight now resting atop of Spike's lighter mass, of hard cocks as Angel used that weight to grind them together, of balls squashed tight to each other, compressed and swelling in turn, to feed their growing desires.

"Daddy will take my Spike now, Miss Edith. It's his day, so pay attention. If you're lucky, you'll get a turn, but only after your mummy," she instructed with a calm smile.

Both Spike and Angel heard the words, and Angel froze, pulling back to look down on the blond vampire's face, a look of confusion and dismay growing on his own.

"Brood later, Peaches," his childe ground out, rolling his eyes. "Don't think, don't worry, just shag me before I beat you senseless," he added, holding the dark vampire tighter.

Angel groaned and stopped whatever it was Spike was about to add to that homily with his own mouth, thrusting his tongue in to clash with the other's. It was a wet, loud, dirty kiss, and Spike opened his mouth wider, welcoming it, reveling in it. After several minutes of that bliss, Spike shoved hard against the wall of chest covering him. Angel pulled back abruptly and sat back on his haunches, confusion coloring his face.

Spike ignored that, sat up, twisted around and onto his knees, then moved gracefully into a position that they had mutually agreed would not be taught to their new pets in the week proceeding the conclave, despite the fact that it was often the very first one most new members of a clan usually experienced. His knees were spread wide, ass raised up, head and shoulders down to the mattress with arms flat to the sheets, wrists crossed above his head. It was a position that left him completely open, exposed and vulnerable, and that was exactly what it's intended purpose was.

"Now, Sire," Spike urged in a breathless voice.

Drusilla pulled her childe closer to her side and watched with a knowing smile as her sire positioned himself behind the kneeling figure, grasped his hips and pressed the head of his cock at the waiting entrance. Then he released one hip to slide his hand around the curve of Spike's hip, down his belly and between his thighs, to grasp his childe's balls in a firm grip. With no additional preparation Angel thrust his steel-hard cock through the clenched ring and deep into the tight channel until he was buried to the hilt.

Spike cried out, but the sound was muffled by the bedding. He quivered, but he didn't move, neither attempting to escape the bloody intrusion, nor thrusting back harder upon it. All action in this position belonged to the sire. Only he controlled what happened here, during this part of the claiming ritual, as Angel asserted his new rights as Master of the Order. It was fitting that the first to have his attentions were those closest to him, the members of his own House, Most Favored first, other childer after, then pets and minions, as he so desired. That was the way of it in a vampire clan.

Angel withdrew, then thrust in again, and began a stroking motion eased on the blood of his childe's torn tissues. With a groaning shudder he wrapped his arms around the torso below him and pulled him up and back until Spike knelt between his sire's spread knees, his back pressed to his sire's broad chest, his head resting against his sire's strong shoulder. The arms in front of him shifted, one sliding down until a hand cupped, stroked, then circled the base of his childe's throbbing cock and balls. Spike moaned, but he knew this part of the ritual was cemented in concrete; the childe would come only if the sire allowed it, and if it was allowed, only after the sire had come himself.

With a rumbling growl, Angel sank his fangs deep into the spot where he had placed his original claim, biting hard before drawing in desperate draughts of his childe's fine blood. Spike jerked against him and cried out, helpless in his response, and Angel tightened his hold upon him, drawing him closer. His body continued to drive into the smaller vampire's, and now Spike was jolted beyond his ability to control, cock thrusting up from below, teeth holding tight from above.

"Sire..." he whispered brokenly, unable to stop himself.

That word seemed to send Angel over the edge. With one deep, hard thrust that stopped high inside the pinned vampire, he growled and let loose a long stream of thick seed that pulsed and flashed, filling his childe's bowels with his essence. After what felt like an eternity, frozen in taut tension, Angel's muscles collapsed. His fangs retracted and he licked the puncture wounds closed as the hand circling the base of his cock released its hold and began a firm, fast stroking action along the shaft.

"Come for me, Will," his sire urged Spike hoarsely. "Come now."

And Spike was helpless to resist the command, even if he'd wanted to. His body shuddered and arched, creamy shots of cum surging up from his balls and out of his cock. Angel never released his hold on him, one arm tight around his torso, holding him upright, the other hand stroking with relentless force, milking everything from him until he was bone dry.

When it was done and Spike lay insensate in the curve of his sire's body, held upright in his kneeling position by the sheer force of his sire alone, Angel licked his childe's cum from his hand, tore into his wrist, and held it before the almost unconscious vampire.

"Drink, childe," he urged.

He didn't need to say it twice. Spike opened his mouth with a gasp and drank deep of the sire blood offered. His eyes rolled in his head as the power of that rare elixir hit his tongue. It had always been unbelievable in its sweetness and strength, but now it was leagues beyond what it had been. Whatever spell had ennobled Angel with supremacy over the Aurelian Order had obviously supercharged his blood with the essence of the long history of that Order and its ancient lineage as well. In it Spike felt the ages of their line unfold back to the dim dark past of its roots, to a place that was all sight and sound, almost incomprehensible in any but the most sensory way.

Spike drank and drank, and never wanted to stop, but finally the wrist was eased gently away and held an inch before him. Spike groaned with dismay, but obediently licked the flowing wound, desperate to have that blood in any way he could. The gash closed over so fast it shocked him. He looked over his shoulder, amazement written large in his face, and stared at the enigmatic face of Angel, his sire, and now Master of them all.