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 82:
Spike tilted his head in the direction of the retreating figure, as though he heard something no one else in the room did, then nodded and returned his attention to the pets. "Upstairs," he commanded. "You have fifteen minutes to ready yourselves." He turned abruptly and followed Angel out of the hall. By the time the pets had reached the stairs, the vampires were out of sight.
* * *
Wesley blinked groggily, then glanced at the hand on his shoulder, and up along the arm to Illyria's face. He shook Gunn, who slept spooned in front of him, until the black man wriggled and sighed, indicating he was finally waking. When Gunn turned to stare up at the blue-tinged figure standing beside the bed, she nodded toward the sleeping vampires and understanding flared in both humans' eyes. Spike lay draped over Angel's body, one knee flung over the dark vampire's thighs, leaving the dark vampire's cock exposed. Between his thighs, Spike's balls could be glimpsed. Overall the two vampires made an enticing picture, but even if they hadn't, Wesley and Gunn remembered their instructions.
The ex-Watcher quietly left the bed and moved to the other side, and then knelt on the floor and leaned in to take Angel's quiescent cock into his mouth. Gunn slid to his belly low on the bed and nuzzled Spike's soft sac from behind. Angel groaned and shifted, and Spike's lashes fluttered. The blond spread his legs wider to give Gunn more access and peered sleepily down to watch Wesley's ministrations. Angel's cock was erect in a minute, and so was his, but finally the pressure upon it, trapped as it was between his belly and his sire's leg, was too much for him and he sighed and rolled off the dark vampire and onto his back. He spread his legs shamelessly, heavy-lidded eyes peeking out from beneath a fringe of honey blond, and waited for Gunn's mouth to encompass him. The pet complied immediately.
After a few minutes of sleepy enjoyment, Spike caught a movement out of the corner of his eye and turned to watch Angel's fingers sliding lazily over his own chest. They stopped to tweak the taut peak of one nipple, then moved to the other to repeat the action. Spike watched avidly, awestruck, as usual, by his sire's beautiful body. As he watched, images from the previous night scrolled through his mind. Angel had definitely taken over the pets' instruction last night, and Spike had enjoyed every minute, vicariously reliving his own whelping at the hands of the great Angelus.
Watching the stern taskmaster train his trembling pets had definitely struck a deep-seated chord in Spike. Seeing Angel so casually manhandle the two males instantly brought back the image of the dark vampire holding him still to inspect his face the day before, his nostrils flaring to inhale his childe's scent; a predator assessing his prey just before taking his first, hardy bite. He hardened in Gunn's mouth, and with a choking gasp, the pet moved back and drew in a deep breath before taking the blond vampire's rock-hard prick deep in his throat once more. Spike absent-mindedly stroked the bald head as he continued to watch his sire. Glancing down he saw the ex-Watcher draw back, momentarily exposing Angel's fat, glistening cock before he enveloped it again. Saliva flooded his mouth and Spike swallowed hard, a rumbling growl building in his chest that he couldn't control.
Angel swung his gaze up abruptly at the sound, dark eyes meeting stormy blue, and read the aching conflict there. The whelp William had adored the head of their house, his grandsire, even before the reclaiming ritual. Angelus had taught and trained him, had molded him into the very thing he most wanted to be - the perfect companion for his mentor-then-maker. William in turn was everything Angelus wanted and needed at his side throughout eternity. He grew stronger and more confident with each passing year, until the day came when Angelus looked upon him and knew this was no longer a fledgling, but a beautiful creature full of confidence and power. On that day he was almost overwhelmed with the sense of pride he felt in his childe. William had left his fledgling years behind, but to Angelus' amazement, he found that his childe had not lost the deep need he'd had as a fledge to submit to his maker. His childe feared no one, not even himself at his most punishing – which was frequent enough, given William's propensity for rabble-rousing. No, he wasn't afraid of his sire, but he still clearly adored and revered him. Angelus was the only alpha his boy would ever bow to, he realized on that day, and that knowledge both stunned and humbled him – an emotion he couldn't recall feeling, even during his human days as Liam.
Angelus had needed that, his dominant nature craving the submission of that otherwise supremely strong and confident creature. Angel had been able to fool most of the humans around him, but he'd never tried to fool himself; the dominant and possessive nature of Angelus was his as well, and this creature belonged to him, no matter what he said or pretended. He reached a hand out and cupped the blonde's cheek. Spike's eyes widened in surprise, but before he could respond in any other way, Angel leaned over, his other hand holding Wesley's head tight to his groin, and took his childe's mouth in a deep kiss. Spike moaned and tried to twist away, but Angel held him tight. "Shh, lad, it's all right, I've got you," he murmured against harshly panting lips, his voice thick with the Irish.
At the sound of that hypnotic, soothing, and oh-so-familiar voice, Spike whimpered. It had been like this in his fledgling days, too. A virgin in his twenties in Victorian England when he'd been turned, William had in no way been prepared for his new life, despite the demon's overwhelming presence. When Angelus had taken him for the first time, Dru had been there, sitting on the bed beside them, cooing to her daddy and her prince. He'd been terrified and mortified in equal measure. To be naked before others was beyond his experience in every way, and for it to be another male only furthered his humiliation. To be manhandled in such a cavalier manner, to be exposed and touched and probed, to be opened and taken...
Spike whimpered again and Angel groaned in response, pushed both Wesley and Gunn away, then twisted over until his heavier weight covered his childe completely. He kissed Spike with a deep thoroughness while grinding his long, taut body over the smaller, compact one beneath until their weeping cocks and full balls were mashed together tight.
Spike moaned, still caught between the sensations of the here and now, and the memories of the past. His humiliation and terror hadn't lasted long that night so long ago. Angelus had a will of steel, and a constitution to match it. Long before he'd entered the newest member of their Clan he'd had shy William begging for it, his body on fire for the dark vampire. It was within a week of his turning, but even then, years before he'd been re-turned and claimed by Angelus as his own, William had felt an attachment, a tie, to the alpha male of their pack that couldn't be matched by any feelings, strong though they were, for Drusilla. It was Angelus' blood he craved when his princess allowed him to drink from her. It was the sense of his grandsire he sought when he merged with her in mind and body.
It wasn't that William hadn't loved Drusilla; he had. He'd loved her with a fiery passion, but that fire had always been eclipsed by the overwhelming power of the emotions that his sire's sire invoked. When Angelus was in the room, he was the blonde's sole focus. Every action taken and every word spoken were calculated to draw his grandsire's eye. Angelus had been entertained, angered and annoyed by the constant antics of the newest member of his House, but he'd always given William what he craved most – his attention. Sometimes it was with laughter, sometimes with pain, but the best times were when it was just the two of them together, when the elder vampire let down his guard and talked for hours on end as they played chess. And best of all was when, after the game, Angelus would forego the hunt, sending the girls off on their own, so that he could take young William to his bed.
When William had become Angelus' true childe, he'd felt a sense of completeness he'd never known before or since. As a human he hadn't given much thought to the concept of destiny – his conservative religious upbringing didn't embrace such a concept. But when Angelus became his real sire, the demon he'd become knew with a certainty unquestioned that this was the way it was meant to be.
In a frightening new world, where danger lurked behind every corner, and where his fledgling's skills were so inadequate to meet those new threats, Angelus had protected him and made him feel safe. The strangest part of it all was that even now, more than a hundred and twenty years later, Spike, who was now a master in his own right and stronger than just about any other demon he encountered, still felt that eerie sense of security when Angel was near. It was a dependence he hid well, but it was there nonetheless, hidden deep inside. It made him feel safe, but also vulnerable, and because of that he thought it made him look weak, and like any predator, weakness or the appearance of it was to be avoided at all costs. He was the Big Bad, the Slayer of Slayers. He was strong, damn it, almost as strong as his sire.
And so Spike tried hard not to let that vulnerability show now, especially before their human friends, but it was impossible. It was so much a part of him, so much a response to being held by Angelus, that he couldn't withhold it, try as he might. And he did try. He tried to fight the emotions, struggling against them, but his body rebelled against his mind and a purr of submission rumbled through his chest in response to his sire's mastery and dominance.
The answering purr of satisfaction coming from Angel's throat merged with Spike's as the pets watched with fascination. The dark vampire moved forcefully upon the slight figure beneath him. Spike moaned and alternately clutched at his sire's back and beat against it with closed fists. Angel's growl grew louder, clearly meant as a reminder of who it was that held him.
"Shh, lad," Angel repeated in a sibilant whisper that only Spike could hear. "You're my boy, are ye not? Yield to me."
Spike's hands pressed against the larger vampire's chest. Angel grasped them and pulled them up and over his childe's head until they were held securely. Spike bucked up beneath him with a distressed cry. The pets couldn't tell if that action was in protest to the sudden restraint, or an attempt increase the friction between their aroused bodies.
Angel thrust down hard, holding the figure beneath him with the strength of his hands, the weight of his body and the glittering light in his eyes. The dark vampire twined his fingers with the blonde's and began to thrust again, this time in earnest, and in minutes Spike was writhing beneath him, his head thrashing from side to side, nostrils flaring, eyes wide, like a colt being broken to the bridle by a master horseman. Angel murmured softly to him, gentling him, and in moments the tone of Spike's agitation changed from denial to need. A moment later, with a submissive whimper, the blond spread his legs wide then lifted them up and wrapped them around the slender waist of his sire.
"Good boy," Angel murmured at his childe's capitulation. "My sweet, sweet William."
Spike groaned. Boy and William, and sweet, so sweet... The words evoked a dizzying sense of the past, and he let it sweep over him, crying out his relief. He was still his sire's boy, no matter how much he denied it and regardless of the time and distance that had separated them. A part of him reveled in it, the part that still was and always would be the sweet William of his fledgling days.
Angel rose to his knees, Spike's heels still caught at the small of his back, and nudged them beneath his childe's spread thighs. He resettled himself low, his belly tight to the blonde's, his knees spread wide, then leaned back on his haunches to stare down to where their groins were pressed together tight. Supporting his weight on one palm, he reached down and wrapped his big hand around both their cocks and squeezed. Spike moaned loudly, and Angel set up a fast stroking motion along their combined shafts while pressing his balls down hard on the set beneath him.
"Angel, please..." Spike whimpered, writhing wantonly beneath his sire's larger form.
"Please what, boy? Tell me what ye want," Angel demanded, still stroking their turgid lengths furiously.
"I need to come. Please let me come," the blond said, drumming his heels along the taut muscles of the darker vampire's back.
"Ah, ye beg so pretty, lad. I canna' resist you, and well you know it. But you've forgotten one thing. Ask me again, Will, and this time do na' forget."
"Please, Sire," Spike groaned out in a soft whisper, adding the word that he'd left out before. "Please let me come."
"Yes, my sweet William. Come now. Come for me, childe."
And that was all it took. Spike came hard and fast, thick, ropey strands shooting out to coat his belly and Angel's hand. The larger vampire continued to work their pricks together, slick cum now coating both, and suddenly his hips spasmed and his own seed following hard on the heels of his childe's. Angel froze above the blond, mouth open and eyes dazed as the strong climax wracked his body. A final shudder quivered down his length, his eyes fluttered closed then opened again lazily. The hand that had clutched both their cocks finally left it to rub the pool of their combined cum over Spike's torso. Spike blinked, the barest tinge of red appearing on his pale cheeks, and the others watched as Angel marked his childe with his scent. After no traces of it remained, Angel eased down upon the body beneath him and Spike groaned out his pleasure at the weight resting atop him, his legs falling to either side of his sire's hips.
Several minutes passed while the two lay quietly on the bed, the male pets staring at them in awe-struck wonder. Finally, after his body had calmed, Angel suckled against the curve of Spike's throat and along his jaw until he reached the parted lips. He pressed a soft kiss there, then licked a soothing trail that followed the sharp line of his childe's cheekbone. Spike whimpered. When Angel reached the blonde's ear he nuzzled there and whispered something only the other vampire could hear. Spike nodded and after his sire slid off him, he left the bed as well.
"Lie down," Angel commanded, no hint of the Irish present now in the strong, clear voice. He stood beside the bed with his arms crossed, all signs of sleepy lassitude gone. Spike moved to the closet as the two humans quickly complied, lying as they had the day before, side by side on their bellies with their inner legs pressed tight together and their outer legs spread wide.
Angel situated himself behind them, kneeling on the bed and straddling their inner thighs. A slapping sound of flesh on flesh told them what they couldn't see, and in minutes, with a soft moan, Angel's seed pulsed thickly upon them, the bulk of it pooling to rest at the small of their backs. Angel began with Wesley, coating his fingers and massaging his cum into the ex-Watcher's taut buttocks, but suddenly, as Spike approached the bed again, one hand spread the cheeks open and a finger probed at the pink anus now exposed. Wesley yelped and stiffened. Gunn jerked his head up and tried to peer behind him to see what had caused that response, but a slap on his backside and a stern "Eyes forward," from Spike stopped that in an instant.
His fingers now coated slickly with cum, Angel abruptly thrust one past the tight ring and an inch inside. Wesley gasped, then dropped his head to bury his face in the mattress.
"Tell Gunn what I'm doing," Angel commanded.
"Oh, god," Wesley whimpered. Another thrust that claimed a second inch took the place of a verbal reminder. "You're inside me..." the human said in a small, aching voice.
"How?" Angel asked. "With what?"
Wesley groaned again. "Your finger. One finger," he clarified with another yelp as that single digit thrust again to seat itself fully inside.
"And now?" Angel demanded.
"Oh, god," Wesley cried out louder this time, arching up as Angel's finger found his prostrate. "You're touching me inside, rubbing there..."
"Where?"
"My prostate," the human finally said with a whimper.
"How does it feel when I touch you there?" Angel asked, continuing to massage the little nub. "Tell Gunn."
Wesley couldn't keep still. He wriggled sinuously, seeking out that touch despite his abject mortification at not only being handled so firmly and in such a public manner, but at having to describe it for the other man lying trembling beside him. "Good, it feels good," he finally panted out, embarrassed and aroused in equal measure.
Angel held out his free hand to Spike, who handed him a butt plug liberally coated with slick. It was small, barely larger than the finger that currently filled the human. Angel pressed it against the sensitive flesh of Wesley's perineum, causing the pet to moan again, slid his finger in and out twice, and on the third out-stroke removed it altogether, replacing it with the slightly larger plug in a seamless motion.
Wesley jerked beneath him and cried out.
"And now?" Angel asked, the fingers of one hand rubbing about the red, stretched flesh of Wesley's anus where it encompassed the end of the plug while with his other hand he cupped and fondled the sac beneath.
"You put in a butt plug," Wesley groaned out in a strained voice.
"How big?"
"Small," Wesley said with a whimper.
"Does it hurt?"
"No." Wesley whimpered again.
"Tell Gunn how it feels," Angel demanded, still massaging the trembling balls in his hand.
"Different, strange, holding me open, keeping me full. It doesn't hurt," he reiterated, finally turning to meet his friend's wide-eyed gaze with hazy eyes. Gunn whimpered, remembering the conversation with Wesley after Drusilla's similar play.
"Your turn, Gunn. Are you ready?" Angel asked.
Gunn whimpered again and buried his face in the bedding beneath him.
"Are you ready?" Angel asked again sternly, one hand already scooping the thick liquid from the dark man's back to rub it into his buttocks below.
Gunn groaned loudly but nodded.
"Good, boy," Angel praised. "Try to relax."
Gunn shivered at the ridiculous suggestion, his muscles tensing instead. Angel knew that taking it slow would only increase the human's anxiety, so he quickly slipped the thumb and index finger of one hand between the pet's cheeks to expose the darker, rippled bud then pressed the tip of his other index finger inside. Gunn's muscles flexed as he muffled an oath into the bedding beneath him. Using a spiraling motion, the digit was soon fully seated. Angel removed it halfway, modified the angle, then thrust all the way in once more, unerringly finding Gunn's prostrate. He jerked up and cried out, and Spike reached down to press him to the mattress again.
"Be still, Charlie-boy."
Angel readjusted his kneeling stance until he was between Gunn's thighs only, nudging them further outward to expose him more fully. He pulled the hand away that separated Gunn's buttocks and nodded to Spike who handed him another small plug then leaned over and cupped both dark cheeks, spreading the pet open wide again. Gunn whimpered, but both vampires ignored the sound. Spike held him exposed while Angel pulled out and thrust in three times, finally slipping the plug in place. When it was done he leaned back to inspect his work. Spike held the human open during the inspection, and upon Angel's nod, finally released the cheeks, giving one a firm slap as he did.
"Good boy," the blond said, again ignoring the moaning yelp from the pet lying quivering and spread on the bed. He nodded to Angel, who got up off the bed, stretched, then headed for the shower. He stopped at the door and looked back over his shoulder to the two pets still lying on their bellies.
"You'll leave the plugs in throughout the first part of the day," he explained. "We'll remove them when weapons training begins. That means that you'll wear both the plug and the cock-rings during the evening's first training session for the time being. Do you understand?"
Gunn whimpered, but he nodded along with Wesley, and Angel turned away again and disappeared into the bathroom.
"Blue," Spike called out.
Illyria gracefully unfurled her legs from the chair and approached until she stood next to the blond.
"They're all yours. They may come, but the plugs stay in, understand?"
"I understand," she replied, tilting her head and inspecting the pets on the bed.
"Be down in half an hour."
Spike picked his clothes up from the
floor and left for his own room while Illyria slipped onto the bed to
join her friends.