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 59:

Though it would soon be dusk, Wesley, Gunn and Illyria lay tangled together, bodies tingling and replete, dead to the world.

Angel and Spike stared at each other from their positions side by side on the mattress, and suddenly burst into laughter.

"Looks like your pets got a jump on you, luv, by, er, jumping each other."

Angel chuckled. "Well, I'm thinking from the sounds of things, they both jumped Illyria, which means..."

His lips turned up in a wicked smirk, and a minute later the twin of that smile resided on his childe's face as well.

"Two left for you, and the fun ones at that."

Angel's smile disappeared, replaced by the frown all-to-often brought to his face when his soul was at war with his demon.

"Come on, Peaches, don't be a prude. You know it's true. Gunn especially, just because it freaks him out so much. 'Course Wesley's appeal goes without saying. He's a Watcher, after all. And English," he added as an afterthought, as though the last item was the ultimate in persuasive arguments.

"Not all English people are sex on a stick, Spike," Angel said, rolling his eyes.

"Have you seen me lately, pet?" his childe asked in all seriousness.

"Seeing you right now," his sire replied, the smirk back in place and a wicked gleam in his eye.

"Daddy and my William always go on like this, puss. They fight and fight and fight. It makes me dizzy, it's so delicious," Drusilla said in a loud whisper, holding her girl close near the headboard. "But now it's mummy's turn, and they must stop, isn't that right, puss?"

Miss Edith nodded solemnly, her wide-eyed gaze pinned on the two entwined vampires at the center of the bed.

Angel and Spike turned their attention away from each other and to the other two vampires in their bed.

"Dru..." Angel began, his frown returning again.

"She's right, Angel," Spike interrupted. "You're Master of Aurelius now, and she's your childe. It wouldn't be right if you didn't."

Angel's frown deepened as he turned back to Spike and inspected his face. The source of so much of the discord between them during their long shared history together had been Drusilla. He didn't want that to continue, not now. Spike sighed, as though reading his thoughts.

"This is the way it has to be." He waited for a moment more, then continued on. "Things are different now. We haven't been together in a while. Things have changed. Our feelings have changed."

Angel's frown deepened even more if that were possible, and reading that look correctly as well, Spike hurried to clarify.

"Between me and Dru, that is," he murmured, looking away.

Angel turned his face back towards him to inspect it closely. Spike stared downward at first, not meeting his sire's gaze, but Angel had more patience than his childe did. He waited him out, and finally got what he wanted. Things weren't yet resolved between them, that much was plain, but it was also clear that there were feelings there. Angel was determined to regain what he had lost, even if it took another century to do it. He nodded, as though confirming those thoughts to himself then released Spike's jaw.

"Come to me, my wicked plum," Angel said, turning his attention to his other childe. "Come be with me and your brother."

Spike had started to shift away, but turned back to look at Angel, startled by those words.

"With daddy and my William?"

"Would you like that, princess?" her sire asked.

"Oh, yes, daddy, ever so much," she cried, crawling toward them.

Angel reached out, wrapped a hand around her wrist and pulled her the rest of the way, until she lay between he and Spike. He pulled the ribboned bow at the neck of her shift, and then began to undo the small mother of pearl buttons. He nodded at Spike and watched the younger vampire bend to take Drusilla's mouth in a soft kiss.

"Did you miss us, kitten, while you were away?" Spike asked between nuzzling nips.

"Oh yes, I did. There were so many pretty things to show you. My Miss Edith can tell you all about them, can't you, Miss Edith?" she said, turning her head back to gaze at her childe.

The fledgling nodded her agreement.

"But she was so excited to come for a visit. We needed to get daddy's approval, you see, so that she can be part of our little family. Do you like my little puss, daddy?" she said.

Angel had spread open the linen shift, baring his childe's torso, and at that minute was suckling at a pert nipple, but he pulled away to answer her question, leaving the peak swollen and flushed with blood. He stared at the fledgling, who looked back at him with a dark, wide-eyed gaze.

"You've done a good job, Dru. She'll make a fine addition to our family. One childe is enough for you, though. You must promise to make no others without my permission. Do you understand?"

"Yes, daddy, I promise. I shan't need any other childe but Miss Edith, all the stars say so."

He nodded, then turned his attention back to the fledgling.

"And you, girl, must promise to take care of our wicked plum, to do what she says and to help her always. You must set a good example for the Order of Aurelius. There will be many changes coming. No matter how far you are, remember that you're one of us."

Miss Edith nodded solemnly, and Angel nodded in turn, accepting her silent pledge.

Then today you shall become an official member of my clan, and of my Order.

"Do you hear that, Miss Edith?" Drusilla crowed with delight. "Today you shall become my real childe, for ever and ever."

Miss Edith nodded again, this time a smile on her face.

Angel slid down his childe's body, nestled himself between her legs and pushed up the hem of her shift. Above him Spike watched, his fingers now fondling the taut nipple his sire had deserted, as Angel delved between the small pink lips. Drusilla began to writhe and moan beneath their combined ministrations. When Angel pulled away, Spike, aware of his every move, did the same.

"Present yourself, Drusilla," Angel commanded.

She immediately got to her knees and then bent forward, her body in perfect position.

"Spike," Angel said, indicating with a flick of his head where he wanted him.

Spike nodded and lifted Drusilla's upper body and slid beneath it.

"You may pleasure your William, Dru."

"Thank you, daddy, I should like that ever so much. It's been so long, hasn't it, Spike, since we played together?" she asked, modifying her position slightly so that her arms were now upon his abdomen, and her head in his lap. She gave his cock a tiny cat lap, then nipped at the head playfully.

"It has, kitten," he murmured, stroking her dark hair back so he could see her face.

"No biting, Dru," her sire admonished.

"No, daddeeeeeee!"

Angel thrust in hard and fast, burying himself to the hilt. Drusilla was tight – she always was. He'd ensured that when he'd turned her just after taking her virginity. It was a delicate process, deciding just how much acclimation the body should have just prior to turning in order to ensure maximum pleasure. William, of course, had been a virgin when he'd turned him, but he'd made sure to take him during that turning, so although he was virgin tight each time, his body adjusted quickly. That, along with the taste for a bit of pain with their pleasure that was so typical with a vampire, ensured the best of both worlds for both the sire and childe, in his opinion.

As for Drusilla, there was no longer a hymen to tear, but the force of his entry did cause her to bleed, and that was necessary in a claiming. He rode in on the slickness of her blood, and she wailed beneath him, as Drusilla always did, her cries mixed with moaning slurps as she sucked her William's fine cock deep into her mouth. Angel couldn't take his eyes off his boy, his little one. He did have such a lovely cock, and he looked so beautiful when he was being given pleasure like that.

It was his guilty secret and his secret pleasure.

Back in the day the big bad Angelus couldn't resist pleasuring his childe in that way, loving the way it made his childe look, loving the tasty cock just for itself, loving the amazingly hard muscled body, and the blue, blue eyes that seemed to see right through you. There wasn't a thing he didn't love about it, as a matter of fact, he realized anew as he watched his boy in the throes of bliss. At that moment Dru clamped down on him, and he groaned, his eyes drifting closed. This was good, too, he thought hazily, thrusting in and out of the silky wet channel.

Dru's wailing rose to a full-fledged shriek and his eyes flashed open. Wouldn't do to have her come before him, and he'd learned early on he had to be creative to control this particular childe's response, because she had so little self-control herself. It was what made her a particularly vicious vampire. He pulled out immediately and slapped his palm hard upon her pale cheek, pleased to see a red imprint of his hand as a result.

Dru's cry was cut off abruptly.

"Daddy?"

"What do you have to do, Dru?" he asked sternly.

"Wait for you?" she ventured uncertainly.

"That's right, wait for me."

She bent back to Spike's cock, but Angel shook his head and Spike quickly pulled away from her mouth. Just in time, too, as Angel thrust into her anus at just that moment and the shrieking wail rose up again. This time Angel knew there was no orgasm imminent. He set up a hard, fast pace, again the path now eased by her blood, and in a few minutes the sound had changed. He nodded to Spike and he eased her mouth back over his cock. She commenced to suck furiously, the violence of her motions in direct proportion to the hard and fast thrusts jolting her body.

"Good girl, kitten," Spike whispered, in a daze of pleasure.

Angel watched closely, holding his own climax at bay. He knew how to read his boy perfectly, and he knew how to control both his and Drusilla's bodies to a T. He'd made them and trained them after all. Slowly he increased the pressure, watching Dru's response, feeling it through her body. Spike's eyes were half closed, but they were pinned on him, and he held that gaze, gauging his boy's response; a growing tension in the muscles, a widening of his eyes and dilating of his pupils. Yes, he was just about there. Reaching around Drusilla's hip, he began to stroke and pinch her clit. She writhed and wailed in response, and he picked up the pace of his thrusts, jolting her mouth deep into Spike's groin over and over again. Finally, there it was, the perfect moment.

"Come now my wicked plum and my little one," he said, giving both permission. "Come now for me."

The words were barely out of his mouth when Angel let go the restraints on his own release, coming hard and fast in her blood-slicked channel. Beneath the surging pleasure he felt and heard the response of his two childer as they obeyed his command. For a moment it was all thrusting and grinding and moaning cries, and then they collapsed together, Drusilla upon Spike, Angel upon Drusilla. As he drifted in some other, peaceful place, Angel felt a hand upon his head, stroking his hair and sighed with contentment, recognizing the touch of his Most Favored childe.