The spanking abruptly ceased.

It took a few minutes for the smaller vampire to realize that, though, given his distraught and vulnerable state.  By the time he did, he’d been maneuvered around until he sat upright, straddling his sire’s knees, facing outward.  His legs rested outside of Angel’s own, which were now spread wide.

“Grab your ankles,” the dark vampire commanded.

Spike complied immediately, bent near in half on his sire’s knees, his head midway to the ground and his ass tilted up and spread open on the dark vampire’s lap.  Tears reversed their path to drip into his hair and from there to the floor.  He watched as they spattered, fat and round, on the fine wood floor beneath him.

Suddenly the plug was pulled from his channel.  Spike drew in a hard, hitched breath, then let it out with a hiss as he felt the far fatter head of his sire’s cock pressed against his hole.  Drooling precum slicked his flesh a minute before the crown popped in and his mouth opened in a groan that didn’t have time to complete itself before he was hauled up and back to rest against his sire’s chest.  Angel’s arms tightened about him, holding him up against his torso so that only the large knob was inside him.  He focused on that sensation for a long minute, until Angel’s arms tightened and began to draw him slowly down onto the fat, long shaft.

“I’ve got you, Will, I’ve got you,” Angel murmured soothingly.

Strong arms held him tight against his sire’s broad chest while a firm, relentless pressure grew deep inside him.  The sensation was achingly familiar and although Spike was silent now, tears continued to flow down his cheeks.

“Shh, baby, I’ve got you,” the dark vampire repeated.

Spike moaned again at the words that were so reminiscent of his fledgling days.  He tossed his head back on his sire’s broad shoulder and clenched his hands down by his sides, knowing that Angel required complete control now.

The bigger vampire took his time, and a full four minutes elapsed before he was fully seated in his childe.  By then Spike was squirming and whimpering with frustrated desire.  Angel held him firm, though, steadily completing the slow impaling.  When his balls were flush to the blonde’s reddened cheeks, he wrapped both arms around the trembling torso, gripped Spike’s pale shaft, then held it up to the smaller vampire’s belly so that he could cup and fondle the pendulous sac beneath.

“I’m your sire,” he said, repeating his recent declaration.  “But you’re a Master in your own right, by your own making.  You can fuck who you want, but I hate that others can have you.  I’ve always thought of this,” – and he emphasized that word with an upward thrust of his hips, jolting the younger vampire on his lap with his meaty prick – “as mine.”

His voice was firm.  He clearly meant that Spike was a master of his own body where others were concerned, but beneath it Spike heard the thwarted possessiveness that had always been an integral part of his sire, whether with soul or without.  While he spoke, Angel’s hand gently stroked and squeezed the full, tender balls, periodically tugging them down, to his childe’s accompanying moans.  The blond tensed, then leaned back with a sigh, abruptly relaxing against the strong body behind him.  His eyes drifted closed as he focused on two points; the thick cock filling his hole, and the large hand fondling his balls.  Another upward thrust of the dark vampire’s hips caught him unawares, and he cried out, jolted like a rag-doll against his sire’s strong torso.  Soft words, so low even Angel couldn’t make them out, escaped his lips on a whimper.

“What, childe?  I didn’t hear…”

Spike shook his head, lips pursed tight, and Angel shook his own head in response, his demon face dropping into place.

“Tell me,” he lisped, just before licking a long line up his childe’s exposed jugular, then down again, where he stopped to suckle at the century-plus old bite mark that signified his claim upon the blond.

Spike groaned, arching in his arms, and Angel’s cock sank deeper in the clutching channel.

“Tell me,” his sire said again, short cat laps now shifting to nibbling bites that marked but didn’t break the skin.

Spike began panting, a sure sign of imminent loss of control.  He shook his head again, but then spoke, the words dragged unwilling from deep in his throat.  “No one…”

“No one?” Angel prodded.

“Just you,” the blond finally completed with obvious reluctance.

Angel’s human mask dropped into place again.  His eyes widened with shocked surprise.

“Just me?” he murmured, awe in his voice.  “After all this time?”

Spike’s eyes were squeezed closed and his lips drawn in a hard line, but he nodded, despite the angry denial inherent in his expression.

“Just you,” he repeated through clenched teeth.  “Satisfied?”

“God, yes,” Angel replied fervently.

He shifted the body on his lap so that he cradled Spike’s shoulders with his left arm.  The blonde’s head dropped to the hollow of his sire’s collarbone on that side while Angel reached across with his right hand to cup the tender flesh just behind his childe’s left knee, drawing it over his lap until both legs rested together outside his own right leg.  Another shift and Spike’s right leg was drawn up over the arm of the chair until he sat sprawled on his sire’s lap, an unconscious replica of Michelangelo’s Madonna with child.  Like the medieval work of art, the scene in the Master’s chair implied familial bonds of parent and child, but unlike that saintly sculpture, this image was disturbingly erotic. 

Angel pressed his cheek against the blonde’s head and breathed in his childe’s scent.  “I’ve missed you, Will.  Missed this.”

Spike shifted slightly on his lap, gasped when the movement brushed his sire’s buried cock against his prostate, and turned to nuzzle deeper into the bigger vampire’s neck.

“As I recall, you had me sitting on your prick like this just a week ago.  Forgotten so soon?”

The words were cockily spoken, but there was a hint of insecurity there that Angel did not miss.

“I miss being with you like this," Angel clarified.  "When we were open with each other.  Honest.  It’s been a while.”

That was an understatement.  Despite the progress made in the weeks passed, emotional barriers had stayed in place to one degree or another in both of them.

“We’ve both been afraid that what we’d let slip away was lost forever.  We were afraid, but too proud to admit it,” Angel said quietly after Spike remained silent.  “You know it’s true.”

“Yeah,” the blond finally murmured, the word muffled against his sire’s throat.

Angel nuzzled the crown of silky hair, glad the gel had been foregone for once.

“You’re a Master, but you’ll always be my childe,” he murmured softly.  “You belong to me,” he added, reiterating what he’d said just before the spanking had ended.  Spike tensed against his torso, and before the pride he’d just spoken of could assert itself in his stubborn progeny, Angel said that words that were sure to appease the younger vampire.  “Just as I belong to you.”

The dark vampire breathed a silent thanks when the slight body relaxed against his own once more, before continuing on.

“You’re my most favored, Spike, you know what that means, don’t you?”

After a long pause, Spike nodded, face still buried in the curve of his sire’s neck.

“Tell me,” Angel urged softly.  “I want to hear you say it.”

“Means I’m your right hand, your beta.

“What else?”

Spike stirred, but kept his face hidden, unable to look at the larger vampire in so vulnerable a state.

“What else is there?” he asked, a tone of belligerence creeping in.  “You own me, blah blah blah.  Said it yourself, didn’t you?”

“Look at me, Spike,” Angel said.

When the blond hesitated, he cupped the tucked chin and forced his childe’s face upward until he could look into his eyes.  Spike schooled his features in the stoic, cynical look Angel well recognized, but that didn’t stop him.

“I owe you,” he corrected.  “I owe you my protection and guidance, my loyalty and trust, because despite everything, despite my abuse and absence since the soul, you never stopped giving those things to me, no matter how much you tried to disguise it.”

The cynical gleam in his childe’s eyes disappeared and a soft, hopeful light replaced it.  He tried to duck his head then, and Angel knew he was appalled by what was disclosed there, but the older vampire wouldn’t release his hold.

“I owe you everything,” he said.  “And I need you to know how grateful I am for everything you’ve done.  You’re my childe, Spike, but in many ways you are stronger and wiser than I’ll ever be.”

The stoic expression wavered, and the full bottom lip quivered as tears filled the blonde’s eyes, hovering on the edge of his lashes, but somehow Spike managed to hold it together.

“I’m so proud of you, little one, and so grateful that you’re my childe.  Mine.”

A hoarse sob escaped the blond, and then the tears spilled over.  Angel didn’t hesitate, he dipped down to cover the open mouth with his own, kissing the distraught vampire with a fierce urgency.  Finally he pulled away, just far enough to speak, while still pressing fervent kisses to the trembling lips beneath his.

“I promise I’ll be different.  I’ll make you proud of me, proud to be my childe.”