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.
Spike picked his clothes up from the floor and left for his own room while Illyria slipped onto the bed to join her friends.
* * *
When Spike entered the Great Hall at ten o'clock that evening the pets were waiting, naked and, in the case of the two males, genitals bound. They quickly ranged themselves in a line and sank down onto their knees in the at-attention position.
"Inspection," he called out, detouring to a side wall and sitting on one of the waiting benches that lined the perimeter of the hall. The pets rose to their feet – Wesley and Gunn a bit more awkwardly than normal, he noted – and moved to stand in a line before him, feet spread and hands locked behind their heads.
"Wesley," he said, waving him forward and indicating with a swirl of his hand that he should turn around. Wesley blushed but did as he was directed. He bit his lip when he felt hands spreading him wide, and managed to stay silent as a finger stroked over the end of the plug and around the stretched ring of his anus.
"How are you doing?" his instructor asked.
"I'm... It's... I'm okay," he finally finished hoarsely.
"Good," Spike replied, slapping him lightly on one cheek and pushing him away in dismissal before gesturing Gunn forward.
He repeated the inspection upon the other male, noting the heat that radiated off of the embarrassed human, then did a cursory check of Illyria's piercings. Finally he stood up and slowly circled the pets, who now stood in an at-ease fight-readiness posture.
"You probably don't realize it, but Angel has made quite an exception with you two," he said, nodding to the two males. "He told you that vampire rituals are trials by fire, that they involve, by definition, both pain and blood, but he's giving you some advanced preparation that will ease the final claiming somewhat. I hope you appreciate your good fortune."
He said no more, but immediately began a posture drill and training commenced. The two hours went by slowly for Gunn and Wesley, the inserted plugs a constant distraction, but finally Angel strode into the room, signaling the end of the first session and the beginning of the second. The pets quickly sank into obeisance. The submissive pose made the plugs presence even more strongly felt, and both male pets whimpered softly as Angel circled them, very aware of how they were exposed to his sight in this position.
"Rise," Angel murmured softly, touching each of them on the shoulder in turn. As Spike had earlier, he began this session by moving to the bench by the wall as well. This time though he pulled one end out so that there was space on either side, straddled the bench at one end and gestured to Wesley, who approached slowly, until he stood before the sitting vampire, his bound cock almost at eye level. Angel wrapped one meaty fist about the shaft, pulled it up to expose the balls below, then clinically undid the strap and set the band on the bench behind him.
"Don't come," he commanded.
Wesley nodded and Angel let go of the pet's shaft then and gripped both hips, guiding him quickly until Wesley straddled the bench as well and sat before him, facing away. Angel pressed down on the ex-Watcher's shoulders and Wesley sank down until his torso rested on the bench.
With Angel behind him, Wesley was now in the perfect position for the completion of the ritual, and he tensed, wondering if the vampire would take him. Behind him Angel inspected the plug and the reddened flesh stretched about it, touching both firmly. He didn't have to hold the cheeks open, as Wesley's straddled position on the bench did that for him. He rubbed the circle of skin and tapped on the plug, watching the trembling vibrations that quivered along the human's taut back muscles as he did.
With no further warning he pulled the plug free with a soft pop, inserted a finger in the small gaping hole left behind, and waited while the flesh closed and tightened about him. After a long minute, satisfied with the response of the resilient flesh, he crooked the tip of his finger to brush over the man's prostrate once then pulled it free. A slap on one cheek told a very red-faced but relieved Wesley that he was through, and the human quickly left the bench to stand beside Illyria. His unbound cock was now tingling with blood and hard from even the smallest attention to itself and the small hidden gland, but he ignored it, remembering Angel's instructions. Instead he watched as the dark vampire gestured to Gunn.
His friend walked toward the bench with obvious trepidation and Angel took off the cock-ring and inspected his swollen prick with the same instruction, in that dark command voice, not to come. A minute later Gunn was guided into position on the bench. He straddled it and sank forward, just as Wesley had. Angel started as he had with the ex-Watcher, rubbing the stretched flesh and tapping on the plug. But unlike before, this time he spoke.
"You're still uncomfortable with being exposed and touched like this, aren't you Gunn?"
Gunn nodded, but was silent.
"So is Wesley, but he's acclimating quicker. You will too, eventually."
The plug pulled abruptly from him surprised a yelp out of the human male lying on the bench. The sudden replacement of it by the vampire's finger made him whimper.
"Tell me how this feels to you," Angel said. It was a command, not a request.
"I... It..." Gunn stammered, intensely embarrassed at having to speak about what was happening.
"How does it make you feel to be handled this way," Angel said, modifying his command with a softened tone. "How does it make you feel to be exposed and touched like this, with others present?"
"Embarrassed," Gunn choked out. "Vulnerable."
"Yes," Angel agreed, nodding. "It's hard to remember it now, but that's how I felt when Darla whelped me. It's the path you have to travel to arrive at the other end. And remember," he added, crooking his finger to stroke over the hidden gland and smiling at the black man's soft groan, "although you may feel vulnerable now, as a member of my House, you'll always have Spike and I and the others to protect you. Make yourself vulnerable to me, to us, and you'll find yourself repaid a hundred-fold. It's the price you must pay, but in the end, it will be worth it." He pulled his finger out smoothly and slapped a dark cheek firmly, giving the human permission to leave the bench.
Angel stayed where he was and watched as Gunn rejoined the group. Illyria looked at him with an open and frank expression, and Wesley did too, albeit with a bit more hesitation. Gunn however, couldn't meet his gaze.
"On the floor, Gunn." Angel commanded. "On your back."
After an almost imperceptible hesitation, Gunn dropped to the floor to lay on his back.
"Sixty-nine, Wes, until both of you come," Angel finished. "Come here, Illyria," Angel said, appearing to ignore the two humans now that his instructions had been given. Through his peripheral vision, though, he watched as Wesley sank down to kneel over Gunn's face. Even as he tugged his sweat pants down to expose his own hard cock Angel watched Wesley guide his reddened prick into the black man's mouth, then lean forward to take Gunn's cock into his own. He watched them begin to move together, thrusting and sucking, as he guided Illyria to straddle his lap until she was seated upon his thick, hard length.
"Spike," Angel called out, holding a hand toward his waiting childe.
Spike took it and Angel drew him to his side, indicating that he sit astride the bench facing him. Illyria groaned loudly as Spike opened her with slick fingers and eased his hard prick inside. The vampire's knees bumped together, keeping Spike from moving close enough to enter her fully. Angel slid his longer legs over Spike's thighs, moving himself and Illyria closer. Illyria moaned as she was lifted then repositioned fully on the cock behind her. Finally they were positioned to Angel's satisfaction, the dark vampire and blue god straddling the smaller vampire's lap for maximum penetration of both cocks. Slowly they began thrusting until a strong and sure rhythm was established. The hall filled with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, of wet slurpings and slick friction. The scent of sex filled the air until each of them was lost in it.
Weapons training began a bit later than usual that day.
* * *
When the weapons session ended, Spike called the pets to standing attention in a line. The cock-rings had been left off the males for the full two hours, and for all of that time they had remained flaccid, more worrisome things on their mind, but as Angel approached, both hardened. Spike's at-attention command had apparently been assimilated down to that level as well. Angel inspected their pricks and balls, manhandling them in so casual a way that both flushed dark red and hardened further. No one doubted that he was aware of their reaction, but Angel made no note of it, deepening their blushes further yet. Finally he nodded to Spike, who brought the cock-rings and put them back on, after giving each erect prick a few extra strokes, seemingly to ensure maximum engorgement, though both humans found that ironic in the extreme, as neither thought it was possible for them to be harder than they already were.
While the blond vampire took care of the males, Angel inspected Illyria, nodding with satisfaction at the wetness he found between her legs, a mix of both he and his childe's seed, and Illyria's own natural juices. He stepped up close behind her, wrapped both arms around her torso and slipped one hand up to her breasts and the other down to her groin. In minutes Illyria was shuddering in his arms, crying out in ecstasy. "Good girl," he murmured, holding her close as she rode out her climax. The others stood close by, watching. When she was through, Angel stepped away and all three pets ranged themselves in a line, falling into the at-ease defensive stance and waiting for their dismissal.
"I have a few things to attend to, so you have a free hour now. Be outside my room at three o'clock," Angel instructed. "Will, come with me," he added, turning and heading for the door.
"What do you think?" Angel asked as he strode toward the cage room that now doubled as his studio, Spike at his side.
"Think it's time," his childe answered without hesitation. "They'll need additional training afterwards, especially Charlie – best not delay any longer," he said as they reached the door.
"I agree. In the hall, one hour," he added. His mouth was set in a thin line but otherwise his features showed no emotion. Spike nodded, turned to leave, then hesitated and turned back, apparently reading his sire's frame of mind despite the lack of expression.
"They do want this, you know. They want to be true members of your House. It's the only way."
"I know," Angel agreed grimly.
"They'll be by your side, protecting you, being protected. This," he said, waving away toward the hall, "is nothing." A pregnant pause followed before he added "And everything."
"They're humans," Angel finally replied. "Hunting, fucking, killing; that's what we are." His voice was hoarse with the emotion that didn't show on his face. "It's not the same for them."
"Isn't it? Wes and Charlie-boy aren't your average humans now, are they? Been through too much to ever be quite what they once were. There's no going back for them, not any more, and you know it." He shrugged dismissively at the idea of such a thing and turned to leave.
"Spike," Angel called out, stopping the blond, who turned back with a questioning gaze. "You're right, they'll never be the same again. I know that. It's just that...
Spike tilted his head, watching his sire and waiting for him to finish the thought.
Will they still be my friends?" Angel finally finished so quietly even his childe barely caught the words. It was a question he had asked his childe a few weeks earlier, and he was hoping for the same assurance he'd gotten then. This time he got a slightly different response.
The other vampire stare at him
reflectively for a moment, then slowly shook his head. "They'll
be more," Spike said, before turning away again.