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

*   *   *

Spike stood under the hot spray of the shower, cheek pressed to the cooler tile of the stall.  He was exhausted, both physically and emotionally.  The spanking had taken almost sixty minutes in its entirety, but they’d been in that chair for over three hours and never during the time that followed the spanking had Angel’s huge cock not been inside him.  He shifted with a small moan, feeling the cool marble of the small cavetti that still filled him.  Angel’s cock for more than two hours, and the cavetti ever since…

He sighed as he recalled the instructions his sire had given him near the end of their session, before he went off to work on his paintings.

“By the time the other Masters arrive, I want my scent oozing from your pores.  Between the Most Favored renewal and that, none of them will be able to doubt my claim to you.  You’ll keep the cavetti in until I remove it.  I’ll do that often, between now and the Masters meeting, to mark you, but otherwise you’ll leave it in.  Understand?”

Spike nodded weakly, the tile cooling his fevered cheek, agreeing, as he had just an hour before, at the memory of his sire’s instruction.  He’d been both angry and excited by his sire commanding him again after so many years.  Oh, Angel had tried often enough during their time at Wolfram and Hart, but Spike, for the most part, had done as he pleased, following those orders only when the greater good was really at stake, and pissing Angel off when it wasn’t.  Truth be told, even when he did what Angel demanded, he managed to piss him off in the process – a fact he’d been inordinately pleased with in the past.  But now…  Well now everything seemed to have changed.

That instruction had been preceded by several examples of what Angel meant by marking.  Five times he’d pumped his seed into Spike, until, at the end, Spike could actually feel his lower guts filling with that viscous liquid.  He wondered what it would feel like a few days from now.  Would his flat belly be curved slightly from the pressure?  He hoped so.  It would be delicious to see that, to feel that, and know that it came from his sire’s frequent attentions.  The plug was a small price to pay, and truth be told, its slender presence was a constant reminder of the by far larger iron-hard-covered-in-silk-prick that had and would fill him until Angel’s objective was met.  He’d put up with the plug forever if that was the payoff, he ruefully admitted to himself.

In-between those marking sessions, they had talked endlessly, and wasn’t that just kinky enough on its own, he’d thought as he sat on his sire’s horse cock.  They’d talked about the pets and their progress and the upcoming meeting.  Angel had asked about his strategy for continuing the body training in preparation for the Masters meeting, especially where Gunn and Thomas were concerned, and he had actually listened to Spike’s plans, not interrupting and not revising, but simply nodding and praising his ideas, while agreeing to play the part Spike required of him during the next few days.  Angel had placed his pets in the guardianship of his childe, and it was clear now that he hadn’t done it simply to appease Spike, but because he truly trusted him to do what was best for the pets that ultimately belonged to his sire.  Between that knowledge and the Johnson up his arse, Spike had never felt more like the true childe and Lieutenant of Angelus.

No doubt it was inexplicable for a human, he thought, squeezing his cheeks upon the plug once more and feeling the resulting vibration quiver through his soaked channel, but it made complete sense to a vampire.  He grinned, wondering what the pets would have thought had they decided to enter the hall during his and Angel’s little interlude.  Luckily they hadn’t.  Spike had been in too good a mood to have to deal out punishment just then.

He couldn’t focus on that thought, though, as titillating as the image was of the pets seeing them thus, because the reality of what had gone on in that chair was far too compelling a memory to allow the incursion of anything else just now.  He remembered how, after Angel’s heart-felt declaration, he’d instructed Spike to stay still, using his own arms to hold him tight to his chest and lap.

The preternatural strong body beneath him had moved subtly then, hips and thighs jerking upward in small but firm motions that thrust his sire’s cock deep into his own channel.  It had taken only a few seconds for Angel to release a gushing flow of seed, and the groaning curse that issued from behind him let him know how much Angel had been in need of that release.  Then, as though nothing had happened, he’d asked about the pets continued training.  He’d listened as Spike explained his plan, hand idly stroking along his childe’s still-hard cock (he hadn’t been given permission to come when his sire had).  In the middle of that explanation, Angel had quietly whispered ‘come’ in his ear, and the discipline Spike had exerted to contain his need disappeared abruptly as he arched with a howl and spent his seed over his own belly.

Spike had been embarrassed by the strength and suddenness of his response, but Angel had ignored that, continuing his questioning of the pets’ training as he rubbed the pooled seed into his childe’s now satiated flesh, lifting his hand afterwards to lick the traces away.

Once the pets’ training was out of the way, they’d discussed the ensouling part of the meeting to come, and how they would use Spike as a backup if it became necessary.   That was a longer discussion, as neither of them was sure exactly how the magick invoked to allow Spike to perform as the backup would manifest itself.  That would definitely be a dangerous moment for all of them, but they finally decided that in the absence of any additional knowledge gained by research during the days remaining, it was simply a risk they’d have to take.  Three more times during that long discussion Angel had emptied himself into his childe, each time with little more warning to Spike than a tightening of his arms around him and a curt command to ‘be still’, followed quickly by the event itself.

It was titillating in the extreme to them both.  Spike hadn’t been allowed to come but once during that time, and in the aftermath of Angel’s fourth release, he was almost beside himself with frustrated desire, the satisfaction of his first orgasm fading in the face of his sire’s continued ministrations.  The vulnerability of his position on his sire’s lap, along with the Angelus-like dominance Angel displayed, had driven him crazy with an aching need that was more painful than the spanking which had preceded it.  With his sire, and only with his sire, was Spike able to let the submissive element of William’s persona to the fore.  With no one else would he allow himself to be so vulnerable, and truth be told, with no one else did he feel that inclination.  With his sire, though, it went well beyond an inclination and into a deep compulsion that had been, and was once again, irresistible to him.  Angel had filled him one more time before ending their session, but that time was burned into his brain.  He let the memory scroll through him, groaning in anticipation of reliving it once again.

“Do you want to come, Spike?” Angel asked, playing with the foreskin of his childe’s straining cock.

“Fuck yes, I want to come, tosser!” Spike answered irreverently.

“Tsk, tsk, boy.  I’m not sure I should allow such a naughty childe to have what he wants after that,” Angel said, tilting his head with look of consideration on his face.  Eyes like needles, Spike thought, hearing Dru’s words at the narrowed gaze his sire leveled his way.

But the words were enough to make Spike backpedal.

“I’m sorry, Angel.  Sire,” he quickly corrected.  “I’ll be good, I promise.  Please let me come.”

A quiver shuddered through Spike even now at the recollection of how he’d reacted to Angel’s chastisement.  He knew that the older vampire’s intent had been to re-establish the sire/childe bond and hierarchy.  He knew that behavior was in no way contradictory to his status of Master, which Angel had already acknowledged.  Spike understood and accepted that, but he had expected to play the role only.  He’d thought himself too jaded and distanced from the lore that had defined his existence back in the day, but which had been so notably absent through most of the last century, when he and Dru had been, for the most part, on their own.  Now he knew that whether by the automated response of his rigid fledgling conditioning, or by the pack-animal instinctive response of his demon, he was incapable of ignoring his sire’s commands under the extreme circumstances that the past few weeks had brought.

“Please, sire,” he begged anxiously when Angel had remained silent.

“We’ll see, boyo,” was all the dark vampire would concede, but for that, Spike was inordinately grateful, hopeful that Angel would ultimately take pity on his sorry state.

“Flogger,” Angel said after several minutes more.

Spike hesitated for a split second, then reached to his side and retrieved the whip he’d dropped there after the spanking.  Angel took it and pressed the handle against his childe’s lips.  Spike kissed it, certain he was in for a second lashing for the untimely words of a few minutes since, but it wasn’t taken away.

“Make it wet,” Angel instructed.

Spike drew in a hitching breath, revising his estimate of the tool’s intended use.  He licked up the buttery smooth leather side and around the end that came to a narrow but soft point, before sucking it in and swallowing deeply, attempting to coat the full ten inches with a heavy layer of saliva.

“Enough,” Angel said, and he immediately withdrew.

Spike stared down with wary fascination, unable to look away, as his sire probed the front edge of his pucker, just behind his balls, with the slick tip of the handle.  He was already stretched open wide by the thick girth of the dark vampire’s cock, but he knew by a score of years’ experience that he could take much more, remembering some of those episodes in all-too explicit detail.  He sucked in a deep breath, then let it out as he pushed outward, trying to help expand the tight ring, and the tip slid in, increasing the pressure by what felt like at least double to what it had been, though the flogger handle was far thinner than his sire’s thick prick.

It wasn’t only himself who felt the impact of the new addition to his channel.  Angel grunted in response to the pressure exerted along the length of his throbbing shaft by the slow incursion of the handle.  When it was a few inches in, Spike moaned loudly, and Angel knew that the increased pressure point was now felt upon the spongy bump of his childe’s prostate.  But apparently that had not been the older vampire’s objective, and after a momentary pause, during which he rotated the whip handle slowly to stimulate his childe to new heights, he continued on.

Spike whimpered and moaned and tried to stay still.  When a growl began deep in his sire’s throat he froze abruptly.  The handle was no longer moving in, and from the look on Angel’s face, Spike could tell that the tip was now pressed to the underside of the broad rim of the dark vampire’s mushroom-shaped head.  His own pleasure/pain was momentarily forgotten as he twisted his head to watch the now-golden eyes gleam with lust as Angel resumed the handle’s motion, this time with small, sharp jabs which had to be contacting the crown of his cock with each upthrust.

“Be stillll…” his sire ordered again as his head fell back and the growl in his throat rumbled even louder.

Spike whimpered, but did as he was bid, and in the next instant the motion of the flogger’s handle was joined by small but hard counter-thrusts of Angel’s cock.  He cried out, desperately holding tight to his control.  He needed Angel to come now, but his sire’s stamina was legendary, and six thrusts turned to a dozen.  He was sure he wouldn’t be able to obey for a minute longer.

“Sire!”

Angel seemed to sense both his childe’s dilemma and his request in that one plea, and with his other hand quickly squeezed the base of Spike’s straining cock and balls, holding back the on-rushing release.  The younger vampire whimpered his thanks, collapsing back against the flexing body beneath him, and then Angel was coming in hard, pulsing bursts.  He’d barely begun when he released his childe’s cock, gripped the tight balls below and squeezed hard.  The command was given, and with a heart-felt cry of relief, Spike let go.  He stared down at the gaping slit of his cockhead and watched as viscous spurts exploded from it, shooting high to coat his chest and throat.  A few stray drops hit his chin, and one landed on his bottom lip.  Before he could lick it away, Angel was there, suckling the tender flesh between his own lips to take his childe’s taste into himself.  A quick slash of sharp fangs, and childe’s blood followed, trickling down the dark vampire’s throat to chase Spike’s jiz in a delicious cocktail that was utterly irresistible to any vampire.

Spike whimpered, pressing his unnaturally heated flesh to the tile, wallowing in the images and sensations of that last time.  He looked down and groaned at the sight of his cock, hard and high on his belly, slit open and ready to spill.  He reached down for his throbbing prick, but jerked his hand away with a groaning cry at the last minute, Angel’s last command ringing in his head.

“When you’re marking the pets you may come, but only then.  At any other time, until I remove the plug before the meeting, you’ll come only if I allow it, and only by my hand.  If for any reason you can’t wait, you may request it of me.  If you do, I’ll give you release, but be warned; I’ll take it straight from the source.”