Part 87:

“Behold the new Master of your House,” Angel said.  “Serve and care for him as you do for me, for within the Order of Aurelius you are now privileged members of the Clan of Angelus and the House of William.”

If Angel’s proclamation had left Spike speechless, what happened next was almost beyond his comprehension.  His naked sire slowly sank to one knee and bent his head in the formal obeisance position, bringing the fingers of one hand up to lightly touch his lips, and a second later, taking their cue from the Master of Aurelius, the three pets followed suit.

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Spike woke to the blissful if contradictory sensations of cool comfort and blazing heat.  The coolness came from Angel’s long muscled length, upon which he rested, back to chest, and the heat came from a human mouth, sucking fervently upon his waking erection.  Spike groaned, and strong, cool arms tightened around his chest.  He groaned again.

Wesley and Gunn had been far too weary and sore for anything more than a quick shower after their claiming.  Spike had stripped off his t-shirt and quickly washed them down from outside the tub, much to their exhausted chagrin, while Angel took care of Illyria, who definitely was in need of some release after the human pets’ ritual.  When he’d led the two men from the shower, Illyria was already tucked in her chair, in recharge mode, and Angel was turning down his large bed.  In minutes, Wesley and Gunn were lying spooned together on one side of the bed.  They were barely laid down before, like Illyria, their eyes closed and slumber claimed them.

Spike had hesitated then, standing uncertain.  The ritual was complete, even if their training was not.  He was now the Master of their House, but Angel was Clan Master, and the claiming had been his, giving the pets position in both House and Clan.

“Get in, Spike.”

Angel’s soft voice had broken through his musings, and when he glanced up he’d found his sire standing by the open side of the bed, holding the covers up and clearly waiting for him.  For a moment he’d thought about declining.  He’d actually envisioned himself exiting the room for his own bed.  But only for a moment.  With a sigh he’d stripped off his jeans and crawled in to the inviting space waiting for him, then sighed again with pleasure when Angel’s cool length had shifted against his own body.  Angel turned to his side, wrapped an arm loosely around his childe’s waist, and with that small touch and the security of his sire’s presence, he’d joined their pets in a deep sleep.

Everyone was awake now, though, he saw, the memory of hours ago leaving him as he focused fully on his surroundings.  Angel was behind him, strong arms holding him tight, Wesley lay between his spread thighs, hot mouth upon him, and Gunn knelt beside them, watching avidly.

“Down here, Gunn,” Angel urged.  “There’s room for both of you,” he added, stroking a palm along the pale breadth of his childe’s chest and over the pink, pebbled nipples.

Gunn leaned over to lick one taut nub just as Wesley’s tongue flicked into the slit at the head of his cock, and Spike groaned.  He let his head fall back to rest against Angel’s strong shoulder, spread his legs open wide, then cupped one head at his chest and the other at his groin.

Angel sighed with delight at the debauched sight of the blond vampire completely open to the ministrations of their two human pets.  “That’s right, lads,” the dark vampire murmured softly, a hint of his Irish accent peeking through.  “Give the new Master of your House the attention he deserves.

Spike blinked hazily, and saw Illyria across the way, leaning back in her chair, watching with unabashed interest, one hand playing languidly with the rings on her nipples, the other tucked between her thighs.  He sighed with pleasure, and a strong hand reached out from behind to cup his jaw, holding him still for a moment before a thumb stroked lightly behind one ear and along his carotid artery.  Spike shuddered when that thumb finally caressed Angelus’ claiming bite, the sensation as strong, and somehow even more intimate, than the mouths of Wesley and Gunn upon him.

Just as he had that thought, other hands joined the fray; Wesley’s sliding beneath him to cup and roll his sac, and Gunn reaching over to caress the lonely nipple across from where he was currently busy with its twin.  The mouth on his cock took him deep into a hot throat and his body began to shake, overwhelmed with the sensations working upon him via three sets of hands and two mouths.  Angel knew the responses of his body as if they were his own, despite the long interval that had separated them.  The stroking finger suddenly pinched a pink-tinged earlobe tight, just as he leaned down to whisper “come for me, little one,” in his childe’s ear.  Spike arched up with a cry at those old, familiar words, thrusting his cock deeper into Wesley’s mouth and flooding his throat with pulsing streams of viscous seed.

When he finally regained awareness of his surroundings a few minutes later, it was to hear the silky voice of his sire once more.  “Good morning, Spike,” Angel murmured softly, a huff of warm air breathing over the now-sensitized shell of his ear.  “Time to welcome our pets into their new House.”

Wesley and Gunn had undergone a significant amount of training over the past few days in how to please their vampire masters, and they had been exposed to Drusilla and used for training her own childe in turn, but nothing had prepared them for being the sole focus of these two particular old and experienced vampires’ attentions.  For the next two hours that’s exactly what they were.  Lying side by side on the big bed, they were covered by the cool weight of preternaturally strong bodies.  Large hands with strong fingers and small hands with slight ones ghosted over their flesh, stimulating them to heights they’d never imagined.  Cool mouths and agile tongues tasted, licked and sucked every square inch of skin, while light caresses strengthened and firmed until fingers stroked and squeezed and probed.  The humans’ soft moans and cries turned to louder groans until they were writhing ceaselessly upon the bed and begging for more.

Only then, when they were shameless and desperate in their need, were they turned over and entered.  This taking was nothing like the claiming of the night before.  There was no tearing and no blood or pain.  There was only exquisite pleasure.  Their bodies had been attended to with such care that neither had even been aware of how well they’d been prepared for the actual penetration.  When it happened, they both shuddered and cried out, bucking beneath the cool bodies.  Lying side by side, trembling hands reached out to grasp and hold as the humans were overwhelmed with sensation.  Large, hard cocks fucked them deep and slow while strong hands touched everywhere, building pleasure, but holding it back as well.  Neither man could be certain at any time whose hands worked them so insidiously and after a while, they didn’t care; they only wanted more.

They were fucked for a long time, most of the strokes purposely missing their prostates.  Whenever either got dangerously close to climax, a strong hand reached beneath them to ruthlessly clasp about the straining cock and balls, efficiently holding it back.  It went on and on until the pleasure bordered on pain.  This was not, however, a training session.  It was a welcoming ceremony, and at the first sign of pain, all touch was removed, whether by hand, mouth or cock.  The humans’ cried out, wanting it all back, ready to endure the pain, but unable to handle the cessation of the exquisite pleasure.  And then they were turned over again, clasped hands released by the sudden movement, only to find themselves again side by side, this time upon their backs.  Legs were hauled over broad shoulders and they found themselves face to face with their vampire masters.  They could see now the rippled abdomens glistening with sweat and long, thick cocks, straining hard and proud between tautly muscled thighs.

“Do you want more?” Angel asked hoarsely.  “Do you want us?”

“God, yes.”

“Please.”

The words came from both men simultaneously, indistinguishable, one from the other.

“I don’t know,” Angel said, wrapping one meaty fist around Wesley’s cock to squeeze at the base of his balls.  “I’m not convinced.  What do you think, Will?” he asked, glancing over at his childe who knelt shoulder to shoulder with him, the dark human’s thighs splayed and hooked over his pale, strong body.  Spike reached down to close his own fist around Gunn’s erection as well.

“Think you’re right, Angelus.  ‘m not sure they really want us like they should,” he said considering the two humans with a tilted head.

“I do, we do,” Wesley hurried to assure him, blue eyes dazed with lust.

“You’re sure?” Spike asked.  “You want that cock in you again, so big and hard?”

Wesley groaned and Gunn’s breath hitched as his gaze swung back and forth between the two vampire’s impressive erections.

“God, yes!” the Englishman breathed out, repeating words spoken just minutes before.

“Say it, Wesley,” Angel whispered softly, a finger lightly stroking over the trembling thigh stretched up along his body.  “Tell me what you want.”

Wesley groaned again.  “I want your cock in me.  Please Master, please,” he whimpered.

Angel stared down at the human, considering his reply, then turned his attention to the black man lying beside the ex-Watcher.

“What about you, Gunn?”

“I…  I…”

“Have to say it, pet,” Spike said with a smirk.  “Have to tell us what you want and you have to mean it.  We’ll know.  We always know,” he said, the smirk replaced by a gentle, genuine smile.

It was that smile, and not the teasing words and the knowing smirk of a minute before that seemed to have the biggest impact on the shaking man lying before him.  At that smile his hesitation disappeared and he began to babble.

“I do, I want it.  God, I can’t believe how much I want it, want your cock inside me again.  Please, Spike.”

Spike continued to stare at him, his head tilted in that infuriating way of his, and Gunn groaned with frustrated desire.

“Please Master,” he added.  “Please let me have it.  Fuck me, use me, make me bleed and hurt.  I don’t care, just take me again.  I want it, please, I need it.”

Spike reached down and stroked a dark cheek gently.  “Won’t hurt you, not this time, Charlie-boy.  This time is all about pleasure.  You’re ours now, and we’ll always take care of you, won’t we, Angel?”

“Always,” the dark vampire reassured the two pets trembling on the bed.  “No matter what we do now or in the future, believe this; we will always protect and care for you and Illyria,” he said, nodding over to the blue-tinged figure that watched quietly from her chair.  “You’re ours,” he repeated.  “All of you.”

He reached over and slid a hand between Gunn’s trembling thighs, beneath the pale hand of his childe which was still clamped tight around the base of the human’s cock and balls.  A thick, strong finger probed the tightening bud then slipped inside.  Gunn gasped and arched with a groaning cry.  The skin on his face darkened as a flush spread over his body.  A second finger quickly followed the first as Angel slowly and methodically stretched the human open again as though a far-thicker girth hadn’t filled him just minutes ago.

For Gunn, with everyone watching, including himself, it felt as though it was the first time.  He was so exposed, so vulnerable, but so needy.  He couldn’t stop the whimper of need even now, despite the embarrassment that he felt.

“He’s ready.”

Pulling his hand away, Angel hooked it behind Gunn’s right knee and drew his leg off Spike’s body and across his own, spreading him open even wider than before.

“Spike is going to let go of you now, Gunn, and you have to do your best not to come until he says you can.  Can you do that?”

“Yes!” the human cried out.

The two vampires looked down at him skeptically and he dropped his gaze, chagrined.  Then his eyes rose again.

“I’ll do my best, I promise,” he said.

Spike nodded.  “That’s all we’re asking for right now, Charlie-boy.  That’s all we expect.  You’ll learn eventually, but right now we don’t expect perfection.  Do your best to make us proud, right?”

Gunn nodded fervently.  “I will, I’ll try, I promise.”

Spike nodded, satisfied with that response, then released Gunn’s straining erection.  It slapped up against the dark belly and a steady stream of pre-cum leaked out onto the hard, lower abs.  The pale vampire took himself in hand while Angel, Wesley and Gunn watched, then pressed the blunt head of his cock to the tight bud now exposed.  He held it there for a long second, then pressed his thumb on the crown slowly.  The ring below it slowly stretched until suddenly the whole head popped in and disappeared from sight, the ring of flesh closing tightly around the pale shaft just below the crown.

“God, that’s pretty,” Angel breathed, staring at the dark flesh of their pet surrounding the pale shaft of his childe.

Spike snorted, but was clearly as entranced by the sight as his sire.

“Please, please, please,” Gunn begged, breaking the vampires’ stillness.

“You want more, Charlie-boy?” Spike asked.  “You want more of my hard cock inside you?”

“Yes, God yes!”

Angel’s hand tightened around the black man’s knee, spreading him open wider yet, while his other hand released its hold about Wesley’s cock.  He gave the ex-Watcher a questioning glance that was returned with a fervent nod, and satisfied with that, his now-freed hand slipped behind his childe to slide down the taut planes of his back, over the rounded curve of his buttocks and between strong thighs to cup and hold his tight sac.

Spike groaned and then slowly sank his shaft inside the waiting human.  They watched as inch by inch it disappeared.  Angel didn’t squeeze or fondle his childe’s balls, but simply held them in his palm as he followed the motion forward.  When the short crisp curls were finally pressed tight to Gunn’s groin, his hand slid away and patted one rounded cheek, before stroking up the pale back and squeezing one shoulder.

And then their actions were reversed and repeated as Spike ignored the pleading eyes of the human he impaled and instead reached over to pull Wesley’s leg across his own body, the two humans’ legs criss-crossing over each other.  Angel waited until Spike was happy with the new position, then watched as his childe slid pale fingers deep inside to stretch the ex-Watcher again, preparing him for his sire’s huge erection once more.  Wesley tried to stay still, but the vulnerable position he was in, open to the gaze of everyone there, along with the stroking fingers deep inside him, began to overwhelm him.  Harsh, panting breaths gusted through parted lips, and his eyes widened with the strain of holding back.

“You want Angel’s cock, Watcher?” Spike asked.

“Yes, god yes, I want it.  Please, please, please…”

“Think he’s ready,” Spike said with a grin, glancing down at his sire’s waiting erection.

Angel nodded, and as Spike had before him, guided his hard prick to the waiting hole, pressing the head until it popped inside and disappeared from sight.

“Hold me, Will,” Angel murmured, and Spike’s hand slid behind and down to cup the full, heavy sac, holding him in his palm as his sire slid forward, embedding his shaft in the body below him.

“So pretty,” Angel repeated when he had Wesley fully impaled on his hard cock.

“Ponce,” Spike murmured affectionately.

Angel cuffed him along the back of his head, but met his childe’s good-natured smirk with one of his own.

“Like you don’t think it is,” he said, a challenge in his voice.

Spike pressed his lips together tight, determined not to agree with his sire on this one.  Angel was the nancy boy, after all, not him.

Angel shrugged, shaking his head knowingly, but the smirk stayed firmly in place.  He turned to inspect the two figures on the bed closely, staring intently first at the juncture where their cocks were swallowed, then up at their red-tinged faces.  He slid his fingers lightly over Gunn’s balls and up the straining shaft, then repeated the caress on Wesley as well, to the gratifying accompaniment of their joint moans.  “Pretty, pretty boys,” he whispered, helpless not to at the sight of their pets lying so submissive before them.

Before he realized what he was doing, Spike found himself nodding in agreement, as entranced as his sire by the image of the two humans.  He quickly schooled his features before his sire noticed the slip.

It worked.  When Angel nodded over to his childe, there was nothing left of the expression there a minute since.  Spike read his sire’s intent perfectly.

“Gonna fuck you now, Charlie-boy.  Gonna fuck you nice and proper, give you a good seeing-to.  You too, Wes,” he added, blues eyes meeting blue.  “You ready for that?”

Both men nodded eagerly, as though they hadn’t had the vampire’s pricks inside them just minutes ago.

Spike nodded and pulled Gunn’s right leg back from across his sire and hefted it onto his shoulder once more while Angel did the same to Wesley’s left.  Sliding his hands beneath Gunn, Spike cupped his buttocks and lifted him up with him as he rose to his knees.  Slowly his withdrew his hard cock from its tight casing, and then with a smooth, deep thrust buried it inside the black man again, making sure to jab the swollen head of his prick hard against the hidden bump of nerves inside.  Gunn arched and howled, the sensation coming so unexpectedly on the heels of the previous stillness.  Beside Spike Angel followed suit, and soon the room was filled with the rich sounds of lusty sex.

The humans writhed and twisted, held captive beneath their vampire masters, who plumbed them mercilessly.  When they were finally allowed their release in the aftermath of the vampires’ orgasms, strong hands milked their balls as still-hard cocks worked them from inside, drawing every drop of cum from their exhausted bodies with a fierceness that overwhelmed them completely.  When they were bone dry, they fell into an exhausted slumber, the heavy weight of their masters upon them, holding them tight.