Author: Mithril
E-mail: taptap2@gmail.com
Title: Most Favored
Pairing: Angel/Spike
Rating: Adult, Slash & Het
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
Disclaimer: I don't own Angel or Spike or anything else from ME.
Feedback: Always welcome.
Part 80:
"You are mine, Will. Mine," Angel whispered. "You always have been, and you always will be. One day you'll believe it again."
* * *
Angel woke first, and although the innate sense of timing that was part and parcel of his demon predator made it unnecessary, he glanced at the clock on the bedside table and confirmed that it was a few minutes before three in the afternoon. Unlike their human friends, who were still in the exact same position in which they had fallen asleep some hours before, he and Spike had shifted in their sleep until his childe no longer lay spooned in the protective curve of his sire's body, but instead now lay half-draped on top of him.
Angel gazed down at the bleached crown resting upon his chest and sighed, the sound reflecting both contentment and resignation. He'd fallen asleep with William last night, but he had no doubts about who would wake with him this day. Spike was about to make an appearance once again, and if Angel knew his childe, which he fancied he very well did, then the blond would be in a particularly churlish mood today in order to compensate for any perceived weakness he may have exhibited the night before.
He wasn't wrong.
The close presence of his maker's demon called to his own and Spike's eyes fluttered open sleepily. In that moment, caught in the twilight time between sleeping and waking, his childe was most vulnerable, especially with his sire nearby and no particular need to be on guard. A sleepy yawn melted into a shy smile, which was hidden against Angel's breast as William cuddled closer. His hair was deliciously disheveled into curls, which reminded Angel, despite the color and shorter length, of the boy he'd whelped so many decades before.
A second later he felt the body atop him stiffen and Angel sighed regretfully, knowing that his childe had finally come to his waking senses. He loosened his hold and schooled his expression into one more neutral an instant before Spike pulled away and sat up, his smile now replaced by a suspicious scowl. He rubbed his hand over the adorable curls, resolutely ignored the other vampire and inspected the sleeping humans beside them. Finally he nudged Wesley with his foot. The Englishman hummed softly and wriggled back a bit more firmly into the curve of Gunn's body.
"Wesley." Spike's voice was quiet, but in full command mode, and Wesley's eyes popped open.
"Charles."
Wesley jabbed an elbow back into the sleeping form and then got to his knees on the mattress, blinking owlishly, his morning erection jutting stiffly out from his belly.
Spike called Gunn's name again, just as he opened his eyes, so that his command voice would be associated and reinforced with the pet's waking. "On your knees, Charlie-boy," he added.
Angel yawned and began to sit up, but Spike reached back and pushed him down to the mattress once more. Angel settled there without protest, stretching the long muscles of his body out and crossing his arms beneath his head as he watched and waited.
"You did well last night – both of you," Spike began, his voice a bit rough with sleep, but warm with praise nonetheless. While you're in this room, you will be responsible for waking both of us. He gestured to the erect pricks that strained up on the vampires' bellies. "Wesley, you're with me today. You'll alternate each day so that you learn to recognize the differences between us. Charlie, you need to pay particular attention; it will help you recognize what Thomas likes and doesn't during your time with him so that you can adapt quickly. Being able to do that will increase the status of Angel's household in his eyes, and from him to Jardin, and from there to the other Clans, is an extremely short leap.
Gunn swallowed hard, but nodded and rose from the bed to move to the other side. Wesley slid toward the edge, and Spike eased over into the spot he'd vacated, laying down in the same pose as his sire, with room left now to open their legs. Wesley repositioned himself between Spike's spread thighs, and Gunn did the same with Angel. Both set to work immediately. Across the way, in her chair, Illyria was now awake and watching with shameless interest.
A soft murmur filled the room as both vampires instructed the pets working them, directing their touches and actions to best suit their preferences. Both humans ended up spending a considerable amount of time practicing their fledgling deep-throat techniques. Gunn in particular needed guidance on how to pleasure an uncircumcised cock. Spike watched with prurient interest while Angel instructed him on that, giving Wesley free reign to continue with his attempts to take his cock in all the way. The Englishman was a fast learner, and managed it several times, though never for more than a few seconds before his gag reflex kicked in. Spike was pleased, recognizing that he would attain this skill quickly.
The minutes ticked by, five turning to ten, and ten to fifteen. They were vampires, and this was part of their pets training, not simply a matter of pleasure, so they didn't hurry the process. Finally Angel nudged his childe's knee with his own and their eyes met. Spike read the intent in his sire's gaze immediately, along with his permission. Not that he needed the latter, not anymore, he told himself sternly. Still, he wasn't about to cut off his nose to spite his own face, and besides, this was an issue of training. He shook his head once hard, told his inner voice to shut the hell up, and nodded in response. Both brought their hands down to cup the crown of the pet working them, guiding them deep onto their swollen pricks.
"Now," Angel murmured.
Despite his vehement though silent denial of a minute before, Spike arched up with a groan and came instantly, an overwhelming need driving him that had far more to do with his sire's command than with the warm, human mouth upon him. Beside him, Angel did the same. Wesley did well, managing several convulsive swallows along the full length of his cock before he began to show signs of panic. Spike eased back quickly and Wesley took a quick breath before resuming his frantic ministrations. Gunn wasn't that far along yet. He sputtered and gagged almost immediately when the dark vampire forced himself to the back of his throat. Angel held him for just an instant, then backed off. Cum dribbled down Gunn's chin, but after drawing a deep, gasping breath, he went back to it, capturing the rest until Angel was through. A minute later both vampires lay relaxed on the mattress once more, stroking their respective pets' heads while they licked their skin clean.
"Good job, boys. Get it all. It's especially important that you don't waste any of your Master's seed, unless he's marking you," Spike murmured.
"Marking?" Gunn asked, stopping his ministrations for a moment.
"Marking you with his scent," the blond clarified. "A vampire's saliva, blood or sperm rubbed into your pores will be discernable to other vampires. They'll be able to tell who you belong to by the scent alone, and that will protect you from all members of Angel's Order, and from many outside of it. None but the most foolish or dangerous will risk Angelus' wrath by touching a marked member of his House."
Angel was silent throughout most of this discussion, letting Spike lead the instruction while he gently caressed Gunn's shoulders and upper back, but when his childe finished that last, he eased Gunn off a bit and slipped from beneath him.
"I'll mark all of you as often as possible over the next two weeks so that my scent on you will be strong by the time the others arrive," Angel explained. He pushed Gunn down to the mattress on his belly, and indicated that Spike stay still when he started to rise. Wesley and Gunn lay beside each other, their feet hanging over the edge of the bed, and Wesley still lay between the vee of Spike's spread thighs, his head resting on the joining between hip and thigh.
"Gunn, slide over closer to Wesley," Angel commanded.
Gunn frowned in confusion, but in a minute Angel's instructions were made clear as he helped reposition the black man next to his friend. Spike spread his legs wide beneath both men, pulling his knees up and back so that each head rested upon an inner thigh, while behind them Angel pushed the pets legs apart until the two men were pressed tight to each other from their hips and down the full length of their inner legs, with their outer legs spread wide. When they were as he wanted them, Angel straddled their inner legs, a knee close to each groin. Angel was hard again, and glancing to the vampire body beneath the two humans, he could see that Spike was too. He smiled and reached out to grip the other's pale shaft, giving it a few quick strokes before releasing it again. Spike groaned appreciatively.
"Mouths on him, you two," Angel instructed.
Spike groaned, cupping both heads and drawing them to him, but his heavy-lidded gaze stayed pinned on his sire, who began to work his own cock. In a few minutes Angel nodded down at his childe and Spike eased his cock halfway into Gunn's mouth, leaving room for Wesley to work the base of the shaft and balls.
"Come, childe," Angel instructed, his voice hoarse with pleasure.
Spike arched up with a groan and Angel let go at the same instant, directing his pulsing stream onto the human males' buttocks and the small of their backs. When the last of it oozed out, he rubbed the tip of his cock against Wesley's left cheek. Spike eased Gunn off his cock until both men's heads rested on the joint of his hip, then four hands, both his and his sire's, began to massage the slick jiz into the pets' flesh, Spike's hands reaching down their backs as far as he could, Angel taking the rest. The dark vampire worked the creamy liquid into their skin of their tautly muscled backsides, fingers stroking into the cleft between each cheek. Spike watched, smiling when he saw the cheeks flex and tense at the touch there. A loud smack of Angel's hands, one on each of the pets' buttocks brought two loud yelps, startling the pets out of the hazy fog that had enclosed them over the last few minutes.
"Done. Don't shower until tonight," Angel finished. He glanced at Spike, but had to look away quickly to hide his surprised pleasure when he found his childe licking the remaining traces of his cum from long, pale fingers. To distract himself further, Angel reached between the still spread thighs of both humans, and gripping their balls began to work them firmly. Wesley and Gunn clutched at Spike's body and began to squirm, groaning at the manipulation of their sensitized flesh.
"Wesley, Gunn, do you want to come?" Angel asked.
"Yes, please," Gunn said quickly, his breath rasping.
"Yes, Master Angelus." Wesley's reply came hard on the heels of his friend's.
Angel nodded to Spike, then released his hold on them and crawled off the bed.
"Blue," Spike called out as he eased from beneath the two. He left the bed to stand beside his sire as Illyria approached and the two males turned and sat up.
"They're all yours. A few reminders. You may allow the boys to penetrate you as you wish, but no penetration of them, understand?"
"Yes," Illyria replied. "But once the ritual has concluded, may I?"
Wesley and Gunn's eyes widened with surprise at that question.
"After the ritual," Spike agreed with a nod.
"You've got thirty minutes," Angel added as he snagged his sweat pants from a pile on the floor and pulled them on. "I'll have breakfast ready at four."
Angel turned to leave the room and Spike grabbed his jeans and t-shirt and followed, pulling on both garments as he went. In the hallway they walked side by side, down the stairs and toward the kitchen. Neither spoke. Angel was determined not to make the same mistake he'd made yesterday. If Spike had a problem with the way he managed his House and its members, then he would have to come to him. He'd promised not to numerous times, but Spike had given him a get-out-of-jail-free card of sorts, and he was going to take full advantage of it; from here on out, he was going to start taking Master and Sire rights up to and until Spike complained. If that happened, he would back off – he'd given his word, after all – but if it didn't? All bets were off.
That didn't mean he was going to push
too hard or too fast – that would in all likelihood be disastrous. Baby
steps was the plan, he reminded himself; little incursions that
pressed lightly against Spike's barriers, not an outright assault
that Spike would feel duty bound to protest for his honor. Angel
knew all too well how sensitive William could be, and he knew, too,
that William was still there, kept safely hidden behind Spike's
tougher exterior. Illyria wasn't the only creature in this place
that had a shell.