Part 99:

“We’ve an interesting time ahead of us, Will my lad,” he said, his eyes gleaming gold in the darkness.

Spike laughed in agreement, and the rest of the walk back was filled with an easy camaraderie that had been totally absent between them for longer than either cared to remember.

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“All right then boys and girls,” Spike said as he entered the hall and found the three pets waiting for him at the center of the star.  “Over here,” he added, detouring to a side wall where he pulled two benches out to face each other before sitting down and pointing to the other bench facing him.

His friends took their seats and waited expectantly.  Spike inspected them with a knowing smirk, admiring the smooth black leather of their collars and the glittering gem that adorned each in contrast to their naked flesh.  He couldn’t decide which was better now that they were collared; the sight of them naked, or a peeking glimpse of the bands from beneath their clothes, as he’d seen them earlier in the day.  That view was both tantalizing and titillating, but there was no doubt about the appeal of the three naked – no doubt at all.  He continued to inspect them with knowing eyes and his smirk deepened as he felt a flash of heat from the two males.

“No need to be embarrassed, Charlie-boy.  You’re all nummy treats, and Angel and I may eat you up, but you’ll live to tell the tale.”

The wave of heat intensified, and with a smiling shake of his head, Spike finally took pity on them.

“As a matter of fact, that’s what I want to talk about for today’s lesson.”

Wesley looked up, his hesitant expression now tinged with curiosity.   Always the Watcher, the blond thought fondly.

“A vampire’s training of his or her childer is very strict by necessity.  A fledgling is so vulnerable in his early years that the only way to ensure survival among other demons until they’re old enough to gain power of their own is through strict and instant obedience to any and every order given.  You understand that, yeah?”

Gunn nodded and Illyria tilted her head in a way that the vampire chose to interpret as comprehension, rather than confusion, though to be fair, both looks were amazingly similar.  Wesley, however, smiled shyly and teased the Master of his House, which pleased Spike greatly.

“The Watcher’s records don’t exactly document obedience as one of your virtues, Spike.”

“Too right, pet,” the blond replied with a toothy grin.  “But don’t confuse William the Bloody with the fledgling William.  I was a mama’s boy before I was turned, and it was a while before I found my footing.  Angelus took me in hand, and you all know that no one bests Angelus, especially on his own turf.”

Spike shook his head with fond exasperation at the memory.  “No, I’m demon enough to admit that the Big Bad learned his craft from the Angelus school of hard knocks.  I don’t regret it,” he said, forestalling the comment that seemed to be hovering on the ex-Watcher’s lips.  “Doubt I’d be here now if Angelus hadn’t taken me under his wing.  He didn’t have to, you know, what with me being Dru’s get and all.  Could’ve staked me or ignored me, but he didn’t.  He took care of me and trained me.  He made others of our kind fear me, and that’s no mean feat for a fledgling.  He didn’t turn me first, but in every way that matters, he made me.  And then he turned me again and made it all official.  You can’t image what that was like, what it meant…”

He smiled to himself, staring beyond them for a moment, clearly lost in some particularly pleasing memory from the past, but he shook it off quickly enough and continued on, once again focusing on the pets sitting across from him.

“We thought that sort of training would be best for the three of you, given the limited amount of time we have, but I’ve had some second thoughts.  Not about the intense training, but about explaining the what and why and wherefores of it all with you.  See, that doesn’t happen much with a fledge.  He needs to do as he’s told without question, even when he doesn’t understand why.  Strict, instant obedience, that’s what matters.  But you’re human, not demons, and I think maybe we need to explain a bit as we go on.  So,” he added, clapping his hands together and rubbing them briskly in a business-like manner.  “To start off, do you have any questions for me about what’s been happening?”

The three sat silent for a moment, then Gunn hesitantly raised his hand.

“Don’t have to raise your hand, pet,” Spike said gently.  Gunn dropped his hand.  “Go on, ask away.”

“I get the training – well most of it.  But what happens after?”

“After?” Spike prompted.

“You know, two, five, ten years from now.  After.  When it’s all over.”

“When it’s all over,” Spike repeated the words slowly.  A look of sympathy filled his eyes.  “It will never be over, pet.  Angel is the head of the Order, and that won’t end until he meets his end, which in all likelihood won’t be for a very long time now, given his status and power, not to mention the demon assets at his control.”

“But if he does…”  Gunn trailed off, clearly uncomfortable imagining a time and place when Angel wasn’t among them.  “I mean I know you’d be the new Master of the Order, so I guess I see what you mean about it not ending.”

Spike shook his head slowly.  “Not me, Charlie-boy.  Can’t see myself outlasting my sire – never happen.”

“You’re a survivor, Spike, that’s your strength,” Wesley interjected gently.

“So is Angel.  We just have different ways of getting from point A to point B.  Angel bulldozes through any obstacles in his way, using brute force when necessary, but usually his will alone is enough.  I dance and weave around the obstacles.  I get out of their way.”

“That is the reason you and Angel make a good team,” Illyria said calmly.  “You approach problems differently, and if one way doesn’t work, you always have an alternative.  You are probably right,” she added, “when you say that you will not outlast him.  You probably won’t, nor he you.  You are strongest together, and weaker alone.  It is a wise alliance,” she concluded.

Wesley and Gunn smiled at the choice of her words.  Alliance was not the term either would have chosen themselves.  It was far too weak a word to describe the relationship between the two fierce vampires that now laid claim to them.

“Yeah, Blue, we make a good alliance,” Spike agreed, blue eyes twinkling merrily as he winked at the two males, clearly entertained by their own humor and understanding of the situation.

Illyria, much to the surprise of the other three, apparently caught that subtle exchange and more surprisingly still, seemed to understand the nuances there.

“I am not ignorant of the illogical, emotional aspect of your relationship.  I perceive the tie that exists beyond the strategic alliance.  Perhaps it is a part of it, and I admit that I do not understand that aspect fully.  The ways of creatures such as yourself are still foreign to me, though I understand now better than I did before, especially your desire for physical pleasure.”

“Physical pleasure is a driving force for all creatures, pet, not just vampires, although I will admit that it’s a particularly important part of a demon’s make-up.”

“I did not have a body such as this as a God.  The nervous system in this shell makes sensations acutely intense.  I feel different things now, things beyond power and triumph and hunger for more of both.  However I perceive there is more to it than simple physical pleasure, which can be obtained without the aid of another.  I find that I have grown attached to my two humans, and even to those who claim to be above me as well,” she said, tilting her head at the blond.  “That I do not understand.”

“Physical sensation is intensified by emotional attachment, Illyria,” Wesley said quietly.  His eyes were sad and Spike was certain that in that moment, he was seeing Fred through the blue-tinged flesh of the one that had deposed her.

Illyria considered his words.  “The emotional attachment between us is growing,” she said, speaking to the two humans.  “It has always existed between the two vampires,” she added, calmly dismissing them from the discussion, despite the surprised look on the black man’s face at her words.  “I even understand the attachment the vampires feel for you and Charles.  What I do not understand is why they have included me in their House and Clan.  I am an outsider.  I destroyed their friend.  I tried to destroy you all.”

Spike reached out to hook a hand around her arm, drawing her from her own bench and into his lap.

“You think Angel and I don’t understand that intimately, Blue?” he asked gently.  “We’ve destroyed the lives of untold thousands in our time, human and demon alike.  We reveled in it.  It doesn’t mean we’re incapable of affection and attachment.  The souls changed much, but not everything.  We’re still demons, and we still crave what demons do.  But we care about the suffering of others now, and regret the suffering we caused the innocent.  Reconciling those two things is a constant struggle for us.  Having a family again, having a House and Clan, makes the demons in us very happy.  Having our friends here makes the souls happy.  Maybe we don’t deserve that happiness, certainly Angel fears it and holds himself back more than I need to, given his curse, but it’s there, none the less.  You have your own struggle to fight now, and we’ll be here to help you.  It’s what we do, right?” he asked, directing the question to the two males across from him.

“Yes,” Wesley agreed firmly.

Gunn nodded, but apparently his thoughts were fixated on something else said a minute ago.  “You think Angel could still lose his soul?”

Spike shrugged.  “Don’t know why not.  The curse is still there, ain’t it?  He struggles against it all the time – it’s what makes him so broody.  I wish he didn’t have to, but that’s something none of us has any control over.”

“Then how can he allow himself to have these things that his demon craves?” Wesley asked curiously.

“He never would have allowed it if there had been any alternative.  The conclave changed everything, put all of you at risk, and that he couldn’t allow.  It was a matter of the lesser of two evils, pet, although I think he still wonders whether or not he made the right choice.  But that’s water under the bridge now.  For good or ill you’re a part of my House and his Clan.  You belong to us now, and always will.  Vampires are possessive creatures, Wes.  Once something is ours, we guard it fiercely.  Once something is ours, we own it completely.  That’s why you’re naked now,” he added, coming back full circle to the discussion he meant to have at the beginning.

Another flash of heat from the humans told him he’d struck a chord.

“I know that the way you’re living now must be confusing to you, that you wonder where your friendship with Angel, the one that existed before this all began, fits into it.  I told you before, but it bears repeating; Angel cares deeply about all of you.  Thing have changed, and a part of that requires you to understand something about the nature of the demon spirit that you didn’t need to understand before; affection manifests itself differently within us.  Affection among humans is here and here,” he said, touching his head and chest, but in a vampire, it’s a part of his very blood.  He cared for you before, but he’s had your blood now – we both have – and there’s no going back from that.  The other thing you need to understand is that sensation is what we thrive on, and the demons in us take that wherever we find it, especially from what belongs to us.”

His hand, stroking unconsciously between Illyria’s thighs as he spoke, was a testament to those words.

“This is something foreign to the human psyche, but it’s something you have to learn to accept, and quickly.  I know that at times – often,” he corrected, “it’s made you feel uncomfortable, but there’s nothing we can do about that.  You have to be like Angel in this regard.  You have to bulldoze past your inhibitions if you’re going to survive in this new world.  Privacy, modesty and personal space mean nothing to us, and you’re going to have to learn to let them go as well.  This is the lesson you learn from being naked in front of other members of your House, and even in public, among other Clans.  This is the lesson you learn when we touch you and take you at our will, wherever and whenever we desire.”

Illyria moaned at that point, his touches bringing her to the edge of orgasm.  Spike turned his attention to the figure in his lap, intensifying his caressing strokes upon her.

“See how beautiful she is when she gives in to the pleasure?” he said, watching her intently.  She spread her legs wider and the teasing touch changed, two fingers sliding deep inside her channel to plumb the silky depths there.  “That’s it, luv, let it all go for me,” he murmured, licking against the claiming mark on her neck.  The hand on her belly holding her tight slid upward to grasp and twist a taut nipple just as he plunged deep insider her, and she jerked in his arms, screaming out her release.

“Good girl,” Spike whispered soothingly, stroking her slick flesh from the outside once again.  “It took years of having it beat into me to understand exactly what belonging to Angelus meant,” he said, looking up at the human males once more.  “You don’t have years to learn that lesson.  You belong to Angel and me now, and the sooner you understand what that means and accept it, the easier it will be for you.

A dark figure appeared in their midst, seemingly from out of nowhere.  Wesley and Gunn were surprised by his sudden presence, but Spike obviously was not.  He’d known immediately when his sire had entered the room, and had been aware of him standing in the shadows nearby for the last five minutes.  The two vampires exchanged a knowing look before Angel sank to his knees before his childe and the pet he held in his lap.  He placed his large hands on the inner curve of each thigh and spread her open wider before leaning down and laving her skin with his broad tongue.  Illyria moaned again, her eyes flying open wide.

“Shh, baby, let our Angel take care of you,” Spike said, holding her tight for his sire’s ministrations with one arm around her waist, while the other roamed over her breasts, tweaking and teasing the rosy tips unmercifully.

In minutes she was writhing in the blonde’s lap once more while Angel delved as deep as he could reach with his tongue.  The humans sitting behind him watched with fascination as the muscles along their Clan Master’s broad back flexed and rippled, the gryphon moving as though it were alive.

“Yes, please, I need more…”  The words came out as breathy moans, pleading and needy.

Angel looked up and his eyes glowed with the eerie golden light of the demon.  “Come here, girl,” he commanded with a growl, pulling her off his childe’s lap and down to straddle his own, where he knelt on the floor.  It was a moment’s work to pull the front of his sweats down.  His cock had barely sprung free before it disappeared again, this time in her hot channel.  With a twisting turn, he laid the blue God on the floor between the benches and proceeded to fuck her into a state of delirious pleasure.  His childe and the two male pets watched with avid fascination until Illyria’s cries and moans changed in tenor.

“Not yet, pet,” Spike said, slipping off his own bench to kneel beside her.  He stroked her face softly but she shook her head violently in return.

“I can’t wait, can’t control it.”

“Yes, you can,” the younger vampire insisted.  “You have to, luv.  Angel first, you know that,” he added firmly.

She whimpered, biting her lip, but nodded.  Luckily she didn’t have long to wait.  Angel could have gone on for hours with his demon stamina, but he read her perfectly, and just before she reached the point of no return, he let himself go, crying out his pleasure.  Buried in that rumbling growl, was the permission she waited for.

“Come,” he groaned out.

Her second release was stronger than the first, a testament to the success of the Succubus spell, and she wailed and bucked on the floor beneath him.  When she finally lay still, Angel leaned back, pulling his softening cock from her silky depths.  It was coated with her juices.  He looked down on the debauched pet, his eyes half-lidded with satiated pleasure.

Spike glanced up at the two humans on the opposite bench, and catching Gunn’s eye, flicked his head downward.  The black man immediate slid off the bench to kneel beside Illyria, across from Spike, then leaned forward to lick tentatively at the head of Angel’s broad prick.

Spike glanced at his sire’s face, reading the desire there.  Returning his attention to the kneeling pet, he placed a pale palm on his head, guiding him to take the vampire’s cock in deeper.

Gunn moaned, but complied, opening his mouth wide to engulf first the head and then the upper part of the shaft.  The pressure of Spike’s hand upon him increased, and while he still could, he took a deep breath, then quickly slid down the remainder of the shaft, until his nose was buried in the coarse curls at Angel’s groin.  The blond vampire kept his palm about the smooth brown head and held him there.  Angel watched with heavy-lidded eyes, but was otherwise silent, content to let his Lieutenant and Master of the House deal with their Pets’ training.

“Good boy, Gunn,” Spike murmured softly.  “Suck him hard now.  Swallow so that he feels it.”

Gunn’s mouth began to work, his cheeks flexing as he tried to follow the instructions given, but in a few seconds some signs of panic were seen in the widening of his eyes and the whimpers that were now louder and growing in desperation.  And still Spike held him there.  He sensed the exact right moment, when his friend had gone just beyond what he’d thought himself to be capable of, then removed his hand and touched a shaking shoulder, giving him permission to back off, which he quickly did.  A huge breath was drawn on the upstroke, but the head never left Gunn’s mouth before he plunged down again, repeating the process to suck and swallow against the vampire’s slick length.

The hand on his head guided him still while another, larger one joined in, stroking softly along the trembling planes of his back.  Angel.  He whimpered again, and increased his efforts, a desire rising up in him that was almost impossible to explain or understand; he wanted nothing more at this moment than to please the two vampire’s touching him.  The silky shaft in his mouth was hardening again, and Gunn worked it feverishly, strangely grateful for the clear evidence of the success of his efforts.  That small sign urged Gunn on and he redoubled his efforts, missing the look Angel exchanged with the other vampire over his bent back.

“Wesley,” Spike said, catching the ex-Watcher’s attention.  “Down here, luv.  Prepare Gunn for my sire,” he said calmly.

Wesley’s eyes widened, and Gunn, who heard the words, choked on the length filling his mouth, pulling back abruptly to draw in a gasping breath.

“Stay focused on the job at hand, Charlie-boy,” the blond admonished, pushing firmly on the smooth head.

“Have you had him yet, Wes?” Spike asked as the tall human slid off the bench and to his knees beside his friend.

“Uh, no, we haven’t…”

“No time like the present, pet.  Get to it, then.”

Spike sat back and waited patiently, his hand still guiding the black man’s head.

“Um, I haven’t got anything…” Wesley began, breaking off again as he looked about.

“Got our Blue’s honeypot right here, git,” the smaller vampire teased.  “Thought you were the smart one,” he smirked, shaking his head fondly.

Wesley reached out and slowly stroked his fingers across the slick flesh between Illyria’s spread thighs.

“Inside, Wesley.  Give her a nice finger fucking while you’re at it.  Our girl likes that, don’t you, luv?”

Illyria nodded, spreading her legs wider in obvious invitation.

“Yes, I do.  Do I have to wait for permission again?” she asked, writhing as Wesley eased two fingers deep inside her and crooked them against her g-spot.

“Not this time, pet, just when it’s with Angel or me, and even with us, we may give permission ahead of time.  What say, Angel?” he asked, turning his attention to the kneeling brunet.

Angel turned his attention from Gunn’s head, which was currently bowed over his lap, to Illyria spread open wide before him.  He watched Wesley’s fingers moving within her, a glint in his eyes, and shook his head slowly.

“It’s up to you, Illyria.  Right now you can come whenever you want, as often as you want, but I really would enjoy watching you with Wesley and Gunn.  Why don’t play with Wes a bit while he prepares Gunn for me?”

Spike’s smirk deepened.  “Still the voyeur, eh, Peaches?” he asked the bigger vampire.

“I do like to watch,” the other replied calmly.

“Hear that, pets?  Give our Wesley a proper seeing-to, Blue.”

Gunn groaned, pulling back to take a deep breath and then swallowing Angel’s now rock-hard prick once more, while Wesley shifted behind the kneeling pet and Illyria shifted about to reach between Wesley’s legs.  Whatever she did there caused him to jerk and moan, and without further ado, the ex-Watcher spread the black man’s cheeks open wide and leaned down to lave a long stroke of his tongue along the exposed cleft and dark bud at its center.  A garbled, guttural groan vibrated down Angel’s length, causing the dark vampire to hiss in pleasure.

“Open him up, luv,” Spike instructed.

Wesley brought one finger up to the hole, traced it lightly, then pushed it in to the first knuckle.

“Don’t be shy, pet – fill him up.”

Gunn groaned again, but shifted his knees further apart.  Wesley hesitated for a fraction of a second, then pushed slowly in, not stopping until his finger was buried completely.  His groan joined the black man’s.

“Two minutes,” Angel growled.

Wesley’s eyes flickered to the brunette’s with shocked surprise.

Suddenly Spike was beside him, pushing him aside.

“Like this, Wes,” he said, slipping the index finger of his right hand in, then, as he pulled partially out, adding the index finger of his left.  He set up an alternating motion, stroking in and out, and varying those piston-like thrusts with gentle tugs outward, stretching the quivering man open.  “Quick-like, see?” he asked, continuing on.  You won’t be doing him any favors if you take too long, not with Angel’s big horse-cock.  Get him ready quickly when he’s needed.”  Spike kept up his thrusting stretches for a minute more, then inspected him closely.

“He’s ready, sire,” he finally said, just under the two minute mark.  “Present yourself, Gunn,” he added, pulling his fingers free with a pop and slapping one quivering cheek smartly.

Gunn pulled his mouth off of the iron rod, licked the leaking head one more time, then turned around and took the presentation pose.  Within a second Angel was behind him.  Without further ado, he positioned his prick at the winking hole, pressed against it firmly, then gripped the black man’s hips and thrust in hard.

Gunn cried out, but he didn’t break his position, though it helped that Spike pressed one palm against his head and the other to one shoulder, holding him to the floor.  Angel worked the pet at an inhuman rate, hitting the man’s prostate with each punishing stroke.

“You’ll wait, Charlie-boy,” Spike commanded, reaching beneath the prostrate man’s body to grip his throbbing cock and balls hard, holding off his imminent climax.

As he had with Illyria, Angel read the body beneath him perfectly.  After several score of deep, hard thrusts, he released into the tight channel, then nodded at Spike.  Just as Spike let go of the hard cock between the pet’s thighs, he gave the command.  Gunn bucked and wailed beneath the preternaturally strong body, his orgasm intense, while Angel continued to fuck his still-hard cock in and out of the pet’s aching hole.  When the black man collapsed to the floor, Spike gave a hard smack to Wesley’s buttocks, and the ex-Watcher immediately leaned forward to fill the gap left by the other’s retreat, mouthing the big vampire’s slick cock as Gunn had before him.

“Your turn now, Wes,” Spike said.  “Make him hard again.”

It wasn’t difficult to do.  Within seconds Angel was fully engorged and as hard as ever.  While Wesley worked the blood-filled length, Spike moved behind the pet and, after slicking his fingers in Illlyria’s quim, prepared him as he had Gunn a short while before.  There were no watches or clocks in the hall, but Wesley was absolutely positive that no more than two minutes elapsed, though it seemed like an eternity, before the blonde’s fingers were removed and he was left open and ready.

“Lay back, Angel,” his childe directed.

Angel raised a brow, but did as requested.

“Straddle him, Wes,” the blond added after his sire lay sprawled on the floor.  “Face forward.”

Wesley flushed a bright red, but he obeyed instantly, swinging one leg over the reclining body, then reaching back to position the hard prick at his empty hole.

“No dilly-dallying, pet – cock in all the way,” Spike admonished.  “You belong to him, and to me, and that means this is ours, too,” he said, sliding a hand down the ex-Watcher’s back until he could finger the waiting hole.  He tickled the gaping slit of his sire’s cock in passing, grinning cheekily down at the dark vampire as he groaned at the touch.

With a grunt of pain at the pressure of the intrusion, Wesley sat down on the hard cock, taking it deep inside.

Wesley groaned as Spike’s hands slid up to his shoulders and pressed down firmly, ensuring that he was impaled completely.  Apparently satisfied, he nodded and gave his next instruction:  “That’s it, pet, now ride him.”

Wesley knelt astride Angel’s slim, powerful hips, and the vampire raised his knees to give him some purchase.  Reaching back to grip the offered limbs, the Watcher began to fuck himself on the Master of his Clan.

“Good, boy, Wes,” Spike murmured, moving behind Wesley and into the V of his sire’s spread legs so that he could stroke along the glistening pet’s torso.  After a moment one hand slid down to undo his own jeans, and he tugged out his own hard cock.  Pressing it beneath Wesley’s balls from behind, Spike began his own stroking motion.  Wesley felt the large cool shaft thrusting beneath his dangling sac, and the sudden groan from Angel told Wesley that Spike’s target was the bigger vampire’s balls.  With each jab of the spongy head against those tightening orbs, he felt Angel’s response in the hard, upward buck of his own cock deep inside his grasping channel.

“Christ, Spike,” Angel ground out, the strength of his thrusts increasing.

Spike grabbed the ex-Watchers cock and balls and squeezed them tight, using them both for leverage, and to hold back the pet’s release.

“Ready to mark him, sire?”

“God, yes,” the dark vampire groaned.

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Now,” the terse word rasped hoarsely.  “Come, Wes,” Angel added on the heels of that first command.

Spike released Wesley’s cock, jabbed hard into the tight fullness between Angel’s thighs, then squeezed the human’s balls hard a second after he felt his sire’s stones contract with pulsing shots.  Wesley came instantly, a split second after the Clan Master, crying out his relief.  He didn’t have time to enjoy the afterglow, though.  Spike hauled him off the bigger vampire’s cock and into the curve of his own lap.  With a twist he manhandled the Englishman until his own hard cock was buried in the still gaping and now leaking hole.  Then he just held him there, stroking his softening cock and now flaccid sac.

“Good boy, Wes.  You were a very good boy, and so were you, Charlie-boy,” he said, reaching out to stroke the thigh of a very sleepy pet.  “And you’re our good, girl, ain’t you, Blue?”

She nodded, a satisfied smile curving her lips to soften the otherwise hard features she often wore.

Spike’s hand returned to the ex-Watchers cock, and he played with it languidly.  “You all did very well.  We’re very pleased with your progress, aren’t we Angelus?”

Angel sat up, leaned against his childe’s side and nodded, his eyes heavy lidded with the past hour’s exertions.

“Sore, Watcher?” the blond asked, sliding his hand down to gently fondle the pendulous balls between the Englishman’s spread thighs.

“A bit,” the human replied slowly, uncertain of what was expected of him now.

“I can see you are, but you need to try and move past that.  You’ll need to learn to work through your pain when the need dictates.”

“Let me,” Angel said.

He moved to kneel before Wesley and Spike, slid his hands beneath the human’s knees and hefted them up.  With no effort whatsoever he began to fuck the human upon the vampire beneath him.  Slowly he raised and lowered the man on Spike’s rampant prick.  When Wesley began to groan at the overwhelming sensation, his hole stretched and abused by two thick vampire cocks, Angel shifted his hands upward, pressed back on the Englishman’s thighs, then leaned down and swallowed the human’s sensitized cock.  Spike’s hands slid down the ex-Watcher’s torso and disappeared beneath Angel’s chin, and suddenly Wesley howled, bucking up hard.  His cry was full of both pain and pleasure as he came in great pulsing bursts to the accompanying flexing of the dark vampire’s strong throat and the smaller vampire’s hard, grasping grip on his balls. 

A few seconds later, Wesley collapsed between them.  Angel eased him off his childe, laid him on the floor beside the other pets, then drew Spike to his feet.

“Come with me,” Angel ordered hoarsely, drawing the smaller vampire with him until the door to the hall shut with a loud clang behind them.

Once in the hall, he didn’t hesitate, pushing his childe around to face the wall and pulling the still-opened jeans down to mid- thigh.

“Bend and spread,” he ordered.

Spike leaned forward, placed his hands against the wall, and spread his legs as far as possible giving the tight fabric restraining him.  He felt the slick head of Angel’s cock against his hole a second before he was breeched.  Spike howled as the fat cock impaled him, then immediately began to thrust back on it, meeting his sire stroke for stroke.  Angel’s hands busied themselves with his childe’s cock, which was again hard as a rock, as he fucked him.

“Christ, Spike, I need you so bad,” Angel said, ramming forward particularly hard into the smaller vampire’s prostate.

The blond whimpered and thrust back, momentarily falling out of rhythm as he chased the retreating cock.

“What, didn’t have enough with those three?” the blond teased with a knowing smirk.

“You know better, childe,” his sire admonished, jabbing forward with a punishingly hard stroke once more.

“Yeah, I know,” the blond nodded, biting his lip.  The smirk was gone now, replaced with a desperation that left no room for posturing.  “Need you too.  Bloody hell but you’re hot with the pets.  Coulda watched you forever.”

“You could, huh?” Angel teased, slowly twisting his hips to brush over the hidden gland inside, before pulling back two inches and jabbing forward directly on it again.

“Fuck!” Spike yelled, unable to hold back.

“Well?” his sire demanded, clearly referring to the smaller vampire’s assertion of a moment before.  He changed his pattern to one of long, leisurely thrusts, now missing Spike’s prostate completely.

“All right, all right, git,” the blond conceded.  “Could wish to, at any rate,” he corrected sheepishly.

“That’s better, boyo,” the dark vampire said, rewarding his childe with three hard, short stabs, each landing unerringly upon the spongy bump inside.

“Christ, I can’t get deep enough.  Bend over,” Angel demanded.

“Bloody hell, you’re gonna come out my belly button as it is,” Spike complained.  But he bent over anyway, grabbing his ankles and trusting Angel to hold him in place.  One hard thrust pushed him forward so that his back was now pressed to the wall, and he was trapped, bent in half between it and his sire’s solid hips.  With the wall now doing the job his hands had done, Angel’s were free to grip his childe’s hips.  He spread the pale cheeks open wider yet and set up a punishing pace, fucking deep into the smaller vampire with a cry of triumph.

“That’s it, boy.  I want our pets to hear you, to know I’m fucking you good and proper.  They’re ours, but you’re mine,” the brunet declared, increasing the strength of his thrusts.

Spike whimpered, bit his lip, then cried out again, his channel and prostate pummeled unmercifully.  The rational side of him knew his sire’s flesh was cool, but all he felt now was heat.  It burned through him like the fire had months before, the flames consuming him even as they freed him.  Ashes to ashes, he thought, letting it all go, giving everything to his maker, and feeling it all flow back in return, a circle that bound them together with implacable force.

With a deep growl of pleasure, Angel reached around and grabbed his childe’s balls, squeezing them in a tight grip.

“Angel!” Spike cried out, half in protest, half in ecstasy.

The larger vampire reached around and used his other hand to grasp the blond’s straining shaft, using both hands now to pull the smaller vampire’s hips into his own with each forward thrust.  There was no way Spike could come with that strangle-hold on his tackle, and Angel used that knowledge to his advantage, fucking his childe into the wall until he was wailing with need.

“Good boy,” he whispered hoarsely, almost delirious with the hunger that only this most favored childe could inspire.

Finally he couldn’t hold back any longer.  His balls were drawn up tight to his body, so hard they felt like rocks between his legs.  Spike’s felt the same in his hand, and he squeezed harder, loving the howl that erupted from his childe’s throat.  Four more hard, deep thrusts – and he was almost certain Spike had been right, that he’d punch a hole straight through the slender vampire’s belly at his angle and depth – and he was coming in hard, long bursts, his release so intense that his own howl joined that of his childe’s.  The noise only intensified an instant later as he released the blonde’s balls and used both hands to jerk the straining shaft instead, seed shooting out to coat his hands and Spike’s flesh with pulsing waves that went on and on.

Inside the hall, the pets lay where the vampires had left them, eyes wide open as they listened to the cacophony of noise coming from the demons out in the hall.

A minute later Spike stepped through the door and into the hall again.  He looked seriously rumpled but supremely satisfied.  Angel was nowhere in sight.