I AM YOURS 
By: PetiteMiel 

Chapter Ten
 

Angel walked into his bedroom and headed for the closet. Swinging the doors wide he stood staring at the dark clothing that populated the rack. Choices, he thought to himself as he stared at the selection before him. It all came down to choices. 

Removing a black silk shirt and a pair of grey slacks he turned, padding across the floor to the bed.

"If only my choices about Spike could be made so easily." He said aloud, laying the clothes on the coverlet as he retrieved some socks from his dresser. The towel that hung about his waist was set aside and he dressed quickly, then sat down on the bed and slipped the socks over his feet. He completed the outfit with a pair of black dress shoes and, tossing the towel in the bathroom hamper, he left the room and headed for the kitchen. 

After warming his breakfast, he made his way to the living room and stared at the clock on the mantel, a scowl creasing his brow. He wanted to call Wesley, but six-thirty was definitely too early. It was unlikely that the ex-watcher had found out anything since the previous night, but he was impatient for answers. He needed to know what was happening with Spike. 

Taking a sip from his mug, he walked toward the sliding glass doors that led to the balcony. He stood staring at the sunrise, watching as a pale orange spread across the sky chasing the darker purples away and he marveled at the sight. He would never tire of seeing this. Smiling to himself he turned away a moment later and reached for a book from the nearby shelf. 

He sat down in his favorite chair and opened the book, trying to distract himself from the thoughts running through his mind. Angel wanted to go snuggle under the blankets with his childe, but he knew he couldn't. He had a lot to think about and being that close to Spike was too distracting, so he took another sip of his breakfast and started to read as he tried to settle his thoughts. 

It did little good, as he was too distracted to concentrate, and his thoughts kept straying down the hall to the vampire asleep in his spare room. Sighing heavily he turned the page and began again, doing his best to comprehend the words before him, but it was no good. He just couldn't get the images of his childe out of his thoughts. 

Their encounter in the shower kept replaying through his mind, and he suddenly felt very unsure of where they went from there. He needed to stop thinking about Spike long enough to ...well, think about Spike. The older vampire had a choice to make about the type of relationship he wanted with his childe. He thought he had known what that was when he found Spike outside his door. Friendship had seemed the best possible course -- but now he wasn't so sure. He had never thought that Spike would want to be intimate again and, now that he knew he did, Angel needed to be clear about what that meant. He wanted to be sure Spike wanted the same thing. The choice he made now could redefine their relationship forever. 

Thinking about that for a moment, he smiled to himself. He was having relationship issues with Spike. That thought alone should have been enough to scare all thoughts of the shower and what he had done in it with Spike completely out of his mind but, unfortunately, it only made him think about it more. Not that he was upset by the encounter... on the contrary. It had been wonderful -- but it had also gone against all the teachings he had ever had as a vampire.

A vision of him sucking Spike's cock flitted through his mind and he wiped his hands over his face, trying to clear his thoughts. What he had done in the shower had gone against the Lore and, as Angelus, it would have been completely unacceptable. In the past his relationship with his childe had been about dominance and control, but now... He left the thought unfinished, not sure what the relationship was to become. He and Spike weren't who they once were, and there was no reason they had to subscribe to an ancient code of vampire behavior between Sires and their Childer. 

The first kiss last night had been about comfort and calming his childe... of course, the subsequent kissing -- not to mention the occasional groping -- had been about something entirely different. The blowjob in the shower had been about need. Angel's need for Spike -- but what did Spike need, he wondered? He sighed deeply, setting the book aside as he leaned his head back, closing his eyes. 

He wanted Spike -- but not out of obligation, or because his childe felt he had to adhere to those ancient rules. The older vampire wanted them to be equals, and he needed to make certain that Spike understood that. 

Rising from the chair, Angel smiled at the thought of Spike as his equal and all that it entailed. There were certainly some interesting possibilities to be explored within that kind of relationship. Angel had been curious about so many things in the past, but Angelus would never contemplate satisfying that curiosity -- but then, he wasn't Angelus, he reminded himself as he turned and headed down the hall to wake his childe, his choice made. 
 
 

Wesley slammed the book closed, throwing it across the room. It struck the wall opposite him with a loud thump, then fell open onto the carpet below. He ran his hands through his unkempt hair as he sat on the floor with his back against one of several packing boxes scattered throughout his living room, staring at the offending object. He had been unable to sleep the night before and had chosen to fill the empty hours with research. It had not gone well. With a handful of texts he had brought from his office the day before and the duplicate files on the scythe and the amulet, he had begun the search anew. Hoping that something relevant would turn up, he had buried himself in the books, but it had been a fruitless endeavor. 

Sighing deeply, he rose and walked over to the book. Picking it up, he carried it back to the small stack that rested on the floor then turned toward the kitchen. A loud knock at the door stopped him in mid stride and he opened it a moment later. Fred's smiling face greeted him and he stood up a bit straighter, running a hand through his hair, trying to make himself look presentable. 

"Fred...I wasn't expecting you." He said as she entered the apartment, carrying several large texts and some files. 

"Oh sorry, should I have called first? I don't know what I was thinking just dropping by. I'm really sorry." She turned to leave as Wes reached for her shoulder, stopping her. 

"No...You don't have to leave. Please come in. I'd offer you a seat if I had one, but I'm afraid I haven't done much with the place yet." He said as he ushered her into the living room.

"Oh that's alright. It looks...fine." She answered, trying to be polite.

"Would you like some tea? I was just about to make a fresh pot." Fred nodded and he closed the door and headed for the kitchen. "I didn't mean to be rude before, I just wasn't expecting you. I thought we'd do our research at the office." He said as he filled the kettle, leaving it to simmer. Fred walked up behind him and set the books and files on the counter before answering.

"Well I really couldn't sleep. I kept dreaming that I was forgetting something and every time I would start to figure it out I'd wake up." Wesley smiled at her, then reached in the cabinet for two cups. "So I thought I'd stop by and we could get a head start on things." 

Wesley handed her a cup of steaming tea as he switched the stove off and set the whistling kettle aside to cool. 

"Actually, I had a bit of trouble sleeping as well. I've been going over some texts from the office, but I've come up with nothing more than I had yesterday." He said, a disappointed tone in his voice that was not lost on the thin brunette. They sipped their tea in silence, then they both spoke at once. 

"We need to talk to Spike." Fred laughed quietly at this and Wesley smiled slightly, then picked up the books from off the counter and headed into the other room. Fred followed him and watched as he set her books next to his own, then re-arranged the boxes, creating a makeshift table. Setting his tea upon it he indicated that she should sit, and she joined him on the carpeted floor. 

"I imagine it will be some hours before Angel is awake, and Spike may not yet be recovered enough to talk, so I suggest we don't waste the time. Why don't we try looking through these together? Maybe the two of us will come up with something that we didn't see individually." 

Fred stared at the ex-watcher, then picked up the text he had assaulted earlier. "Two heads are better then one?" She asked speculatively.

"Yes, quite." He answered simply, smiling at her as he too reached for a book.
 
 

Buffy sat in the courtyard on an old wooden bench that circled an ancient English oak tree. Looking up at the cloudless blue sky, it was hard to believe that the storm which had awakened her the night before had been real. In fact, if it weren't for the scattered twigs and small limbs that lay littered about the ground, she would have thought it all a dream. 

A sudden breeze stirred the leaves overhead, and she pulled her jacket close about her slender frame warding off the chill. Buffy had felt anxious all day, and the weird surroundings and weirder weather weren't helping things. Her dreams had been disturbing and she had awakened to the feeling that something bad was coming. She had tried to tell herself that she was just overtired and restless, but she only half believed it. She hadn't survived this long by ignoring her instincts. Still, there wasn't anything she could do except wait and hope that she was wrong.

Buffy wanted things to work out here. Dawn needed a new home that was safe, and this place offered them both that. They needed to get on with their lives and start living again. Happiness was something that for the most part had been lacking of late, and Buffy was determined to find that again for both of them. The only trouble was, she wasn't too sure how to do that.

Sighing heavily, she stood up and started to walk toward the main gate. She hadn't gone far when Giles' voice stopped her and she turned to see the Englishman running after her. He smiled as he approached. 

"There you are. I've been looking for." He said, coming to a stop in front of her.

"Is something wrong?" He made note of the worry in her voice then answered quickly trying to dispel it. 

"Oh no...no, I just wanted to speak with you, that's all. We really haven't had much of a chance to talk and I just thought..." He trailed off as she stared back at him; then turning, she started to walk away.

"I'm going to have a look around. You can come if you want." Giles followed after her and they were soon walking side by side through the grounds. 

They made their way around the side of the tall stone wall that surrounded the castle, then headed off down the path through the trees toward the stream. They walked in companionable silence for some time, then Giles finally spoke.

"Buffy, I owe you an apology." He began. The petite blond stopped and turned toward him, but made no response. The watcher took a deep breath, then continued. "What I did in Sunnydale in regards to Spike was wrong. I freely admit that it was a miscalculation on my part..."

"A miscalculation? Giles, you tried to have him murdered!" Buffy interrupted him.

"Well...yes...but I had every reason to believe that he was a threat to the group, and I was only thinking of your welfare." He defended himself. Buffy looked up at him, then started to walk once more. 

"You lied to me, Giles. You went behind my back, and you lied to me."

"I know, and that was wrong of me." He said, his head somewhat bowed.

Buffy stopped again and wandered over to a fallen log, taking a seat. Giles joined her there and she turned to him, not sure what to say, but knowing she had to say something.

"It isn't even the lie that really upsets me, Giles. Do you know what really hurt?" He shook his head and she continued. "That you didn't trust me. You went behind my back because you didn't think I was capable of making the right choices any more. After all the years and everything we've been through together, you just didn't trust me to do the right thing. If you had you would have known that, no matter what I felt for Spike, I wouldn't have let him harm any of you. I would have staked him myself before I jeopardized one of you."

"I'm sorry, Buffy. I should have trusted your judgment -- but you had come to rely so heavily on Spike, and you didn't seem to be thinking clearly." 

"Why, because I wasn't thinking like you?" He looked up at her words and knew she was right. He had allowed his own feelings about her relationship with Spike to color his judgment and, in turn, had almost ended his relationship with Buffy.

"Buffy, all I can say is that I was wrong to do what I did, and I wanted to apologize. I know it doesn't mean much but..."

"Giles...I'm not angry with you anymore." She cut him off as he looked at her uncertainly. Smiling, she reached out and touched his hand to reassure him. "I do understand why you did it. I just don't like that you did it." He smiled at her as she stood up, and he joined her back on the path. They continued to walk, enjoying the scenery as they made their way over the small bridge that draped the stream. Looking down into the swirling water, Buffy stared at her reflection, not sure she recognized the woman she saw staring back at her. 

"I know you're upset that he hasn't called." Giles' voice interrupted her thoughts.

"I think he's trying to let me get on with my life without him in it." She answered, studying his worried face in the water.

"Is that what you want?" He asked quietly. 

"No. I love him, Giles." The watcher stood in shock at her words, not sure how to react, and she turned to face him. Smiling, she shook her head at his horrified expression, then started to laugh. He stared at her as if she were quite mad, then relaxed as she leaned back against the railing of the bridge.

"I don't mean that I want to marry him or anything. I just mean that I love him. I love the man he became. The man that chose to stay behind in that cave and told me to leave because he wanted me to have a chance to live the life I always wanted. I love that he became the kind of man who chose to fight for a soul so he could make just such a sacrifice for me. A man who would willingly die to save the world, a world that hated and scorned his very existence. I just love him, Giles, and there aren't too many people in the world I can say that about. I don't like losing him, and before you get all freaked about it... it's not the romantic kind of love I had for Angel, and it's not about sex." 

Giles cleared his throat and she looked up at her watcher. "Sorry, but it's not. You know, when we were down in that cave, I felt it." Giles was almost afraid to ask what she was referring to, but she continued, answering his unspoken question.

"I felt his soul. I touched him, and I felt it, Giles. All the love he had for me, and it was..." Her eyes brimmed with tears as the memory washed over her. "It was so pure and intense, and I don't think I'll ever have the chance to know that kind of love again. I've never felt that way for anyone, not even Angel, and Spike knew I couldn't love him like that, but he sacrificed himself anyway. No selfish motivations or ulterior motives." Giles was silent, not knowing what to say to her, but he was sure that his words were not necessary. She turned back to the water and stared into its depths, studying her reflection once more.

"I used to think he was just some heartless, dead thing incapable of understanding what love was, but I think I was talking about myself. I was so dead inside that I couldn't see that, even without the soul, he loved me that way. I think he's capable of loving better than I ever will be. So, yeah, I love him and I'm not happy that he hasn't called, but I understand why he hasn't. He needs to get on with his life too. He deserves that after everything so, as much as I'd like to have him here with me... I know...I know I don't deserve him." Turning, she walked back across the bridge and headed down the path the way they had come, leaving Giles alone staring after her. 
 
 

"Hey, come look at this." Fred called to Wes from the living room. 

"Be there is a sec." He called back from the kitchen as he turned to the counter. He picked up two plates weighed down with bacon, sausage, eggs and toast and headed back out to his guest. Carrying them into the living room, he deposited the plates on the makeshift table of packing boxes and sat down on the floor. Fred looked up at the food, her stomach rumbling, and she blushed at the sound as Wes laughed at her obvious embarrassment. 

"Guess I was more hungry then I thought." She said, handing him the large tome she had been reading. He took the book onto his crossed legs and read the passage she pointed at. 

"The power will cleanse and make as new, purifying the champion..." He broke off, suddenly looking up. "Yes, this is like the others I found. It really doesn't help us, though." 

"Keep reading." Fred said, smiling at the ex-watcher as she began to eat her breakfast. He stared at her for a moment, his brow creasing, then turned back to the page before him. 

"Where was I ...ah yes, here it is. The power will cleanse and make as new, purifying the champion. The stone will purify, merging as one, darkness to light. The essence of life draws him near and they are bound one to the other." He sat for a moment, not speaking as he let the words sink in, hoping he could find some hidden meaning in them. 

Having no luck, he turned back to Fred as he picked up a slice of toast. She took a sip of her tea, then reached over, flipping the pages in the book until she found the passage she was searching for. 

"There's more." She said simply and Wes began to read again. 

"The maker must choose, weaving a new thread for the fabric is rent. The stone will merge and make as new, purifying the demon. The champion will be purified as the light and the darkness are made one. The key will unlock the door and it will heal all wounds." He stared at the passage as he absently chewed his food. Fred's voice suddenly intruded on his thoughts and he looked up from the book.

"I was thinking...um." She stammered.

"Yes?"

"Well...it says in the file Angel got from Lilah that the amulet will purify the champion and this text says it will purify the demon, so maybe that's what it did. It tried to purify Spike." Wes eyes narrowed at her comment.

"What do you mean?" He asked intrigued.

"Well, the amulet was obviously made to kill the demons, purify and cleanse the world of darkness -- at least, that's what the file said. Well, maybe it tried to cleanse Spike's demon as well, and that's why he dusted."

Wesley thought about this for a moment and couldn't think of an argument against that idea. "I suppose that could be possible, but what brought him back?" He asked as he turned back to the text in his hands. 

"The amulet." He looked up at Fred, confusion clearly written in his expression. "See, the texts all say the same thing. It will make as new. So maybe it purified the demon or champion -- which of course were the same thing in this case -- and then made him as new by restoring him." She smiled at Wes and he smiled back, then shook his head, getting his thoughts together.

"What you're saying is that the amulet both killed and restored Spike?" She nodded and he set the text aside. "Why? I mean, why would it dust him if it was just going to restore his body later?"

"I haven't figured that part out yet." She said, shrugging slightly as she finished her eggs. "I know the idea's kind of crazy..."

"Oh... no, really -- it's better then anything we've come up with so far. I just can't help thinking it can't be that simple. Not to mention that it doesn't even begin to explain what happened last night. Then, of course, there's all this business about the maker and a key and doors and healing. It all makes my head hurt." They sat in silence for a moment longer, each finishing off their meal, then Wesley rose, taking the dirty dishes back to the kitchen. 

"I think the only way any of this is going to get solved is to talk to Spike. We have the best chance to figure things out if we know for sure what went on in Sunnydale. Then maybe we'll know what direction to look in. The answers are bound to be here but, without a better starting place than a few fragmented prophecies in some old books, we could be searching forever and never find the answers we need." Fred said as she came up behind the ex-watcher. He turned to face her and shook his head in agreement. Glancing at the clock on the stove, he headed out of the room. 

"Why don't you meet me at Angel's flat in, say, forty-five minutes? I really should get cleaned up and perhaps he'll be awake by then, and maybe we can finally make some sense of all this." Fred agreed and headed out the door a few minutes later as Wesley headed for the shower.
 
 

Spike's back arched upward against his sire's tongue as Angel licked down over his abdomen. It swirled over the firm muscles, dipping into his bellybutton, making him laugh, and he looked down at the mischievous grin spreading across his sire's handsome face. The blond smiled back, watching as Angel kissed and nipped his way past his hips, then nuzzled into the wiry curls breathing in his childe's scent. A moment later his mouth devoured Spike's cock and the younger vampire moaned loudly at the sensations coursing through his body as Angel's tongue slid up and down the hardened length. 

He could feel himself panting and Angel looked up at the sound as he slipped his hand between Spike's legs, pressing his palm against his childe's balls. He squeezed them gently, then tugged ever so slightly, eliciting a small gasp from the other occupant of the bed. Then, scrapping his blunt human teeth along the velvety flesh in his mouth, he returned to its weeping tip. 

Pulling the foreskin back he swirled his tongue around the bulbous head, swiping it over the small opening, tasting the precum he found there. It dribbled down the sides and Angel licked it up, savoring every drop. Spike threw his head back, thrashing against the soft pillows as Angel flicked his tongue over the reddened tip again and again, driving the younger vampire right to the edge. Then, taking the penis in his hand, he stroked it as his mouth returned to engulf it once more.

Spike had awakened to his sire's kiss, the cool touch of soft lips bringing him from his fevered dreams. He had responded instantly, pulling Angel down against his smaller frame, feeling the weight of the larger vampire pressing him into the mattress. It was a feeling he loved, always making him feel safe and secure -- and, after his troubled dreams, he needed that. 

Angel's hands had roamed over Spike's body, eliciting soft moans of pleasure from his boy, and he had smiled down at him as he nuzzled his neck, sucking on the tender flesh he found there. It was a wonderful way to wake, Spike thought, as his body arched upward once more, bringing him back to the present.

Angel watched as his childe's hips thrust up off the bed and he took his cock into his mouth again, swallowing it to the root. He loved the feel and taste of Spike's cock in his mouth. He could feel the tremors that ran through his childe's body with every touch of his tongue, and wondered how Angelus had ever been able to resist this. The sheer pleasure visible on his childe's face was enough to recommend the act. 

He pulled away, smiling at the stiff erection that stood up before him, then licked down the underside and over the heavy sac below. He took Spike's balls into his mouth, sucking on them gently, then slid his tongue lower tickling his perineum. The younger vampire hissed as he spread his legs, giving his sire better access. He sat up, leaning on his elbows, watching Angel intently now, and Angel smiled at this, glancing up to catch the younger vampire's gaze. 

Spike licked his lips as he swallowed hard, smiling slightly at the sight before him. This would never have been possible with Angelus, he thought, as he leaned his weight on one arm and reached out with the other. Running his long fingers through the short brown hair he encouraged Angel to continue. His sire needed no encouragement, however, and soon had Spike flat on his back, his thighs pressed back against his childe's stomach as he slipped his tongue lower still. Spike cried out as Angel's tongue licked across the puckered opening and he thrust up toward that wonderful mouth. He had never felt anything like it before and he wanted more. His sire was happy to oblige. 

Licking the opening a second time Angel blew against it softly, causing Spike's whole body to quiver. Happy with that reaction he smiled and repeated the act, then pressed his tongue more firmly to the hole, probing beyond the tight ring of muscles as he stroked Spike's cock at a quickened pace. 

Angel continued to probe, fucking his childe with his tongue as the blond squirmed beneath him. Spike moaned in pleasure as Angel continued to tease him, then he flung his head back, clutching the sheets as his sire's tongue pressed against his prostate. His channel tightened involuntarily at the sudden rush of pleasure and Spike whimpered as he thrust up again and again, trying to force the tongue deeper, but Angel pulled away instead. 

His sire moved over him, quickly covering Spike's mouth with his own. The kiss was urgent and full of passion, and Spike returned it enthusiastically. His hands roamed over the hard muscles of his sire's back, the nails digging into solid flesh, and he could smell his sire's blood as it dribbled from the small cuts. Then, sliding his hands lower, he grabbed the taut flesh of his ass, pulling him closer. His fingers played lightly over the soft skin as Angel rubbed their erections together, and they both moaned as the friction heated their bodies. Their foreskins were pulled back with each forward thrust, the reddened tips rubbing together as they worked toward completion. 

Spike moaned again as Angel leaned down, taking his hardened nipple in his mouth, and he reached up, grabbing the older vampire's hair as he held his head to his chest. His sire bit lightly at the small nub then sucked hard as Spike gasped, his hands clutching at the sheets. Spike's hips thrust up, moving faster, needing to find some relief, and Angel laughed inwardly at the younger vampire's impatience. 

Then pulling away once more Angel peppered Spike's neck and chest with fevered kisses. He moved steadily as he licked, nipped and kissed his way over the blond's lithe body. Returning to his former position, Angel squeezed Spike's hardened cock in his hand, then rubbed it slowly over his lips before swallowing it to the base. Spike whimpered as he began to thrust into his sire's mouth and was amazed when he didn't feel a restraining hand holding him still. Angelus would never have allowed him this much control -- but, then again, he wouldn't have sucked his cock either, he thought, a small smirk spreading across his lips. Angel flexed his throat muscles several times and Spike could feel his sac tighten, the sensations coursing through him too intense to hold back. A moment later he thrust against Angel's mouth, the tip of his penis hitting the back of his sire's throat. Angel slipped his hands under his childe, squeezing his ass as he lifted his hips off the bed, pulling the hardened flesh deeper as his childe's seed spilled down his willing throat. 

The older vampire swallowed it all, not wanting to waste a drop of the delectable fluid. He continued to lick and suck at the semi-erect penis in his mouth as he milked the orgasm from his childe, savoring every moan and gasp that it brought from Spike's lips. 

Smiling, he looked up at the blond then he moved up Spike's body, laying his broader frame beside the younger vampire as he kissed him gently. Spike returned the kiss, his fingers threading through the short brown hair of his sire as his tongue slipped between Angel's parted lips. The kiss was slow and deep, their tongues mingling as they tasted each other. Angel's hands slid up, caressing Spike's cheek, then took hold of his head, pulling his childe away as he stared into his eyes. 

"What's wrong?" Spike asked as he stared back at his sire. 

"Nothing. You're just so..." He broke off, not sure about what he was going to say, but Spike's look of confusion forced him to continue. "You're so... beautiful."

"Oh God, Angel, you're such a poof." Spike said, rolling his eyes at the older vampire. Angel laughed lightly at the thought.

"Well, maybe I am, but it's still true. You are beautiful. You always were." He leaned forward, kissing Spike again, his lips barely touching his childe's.

"You know, you could have said you're a right handsome bloke, or you're dead sexy, Spike, but from you I get beautiful." Angel knew Spike was only teasing and he leaned in again, kissing Spike's neck as the younger vampire arched into the touch. 

"You are all those as well." He said, finally pulling away.

"Is that why you turned me then, because you thought I was beautiful?" Spike asked, turning on his side, his hands lightly skimming across Angel's chest.

"That was one of the reasons, yes." 

"What were the other reasons?" Angel reached out, taking Spike's hand in his, and pressed the fingers to his lips, kissing each in turn.

"I wanted someone I could control." 

At this last comment Spike pulled his hand away and stared back at Angel. Was that what his sire wanted now, to control him? When he was a fledgling, he had been totally dominated by his sire. Loyal and obedient, never questioning the order of things, but he was no longer a fledgling. He was a master vampire in his own right, and he couldn't go back to the way things had once been between them. He wouldn't be controlled by anyone -- not even Angel. 

The dark haired vampire saw the emotions playing across Spike's face and knew what he was thinking. "I don't want that now, though." He said just as Spike was about to speak. The blond eyed him uncertainly.

"What do you want, Angel?" he asked finally.

Angel rolled onto his back, placing his hands beneath his head, and lay quietly for a moment, gathering his thoughts. That was the question of the day. What did he want?

"I want you. I want us... I want us to be friends and..."

"And what?" Spike asked, knowing that his sire's answer could change the course of their future together.

"Equals, Spike... I want us to be equals." Spike stared at him, taking in the full meaning of those words. He never hoped for such a thing from Angel, but it was definitely what he wanted too. 

Smiling wickedly at the older vampire, he rolled his slender body on top of his sire's much larger one. Then, leaning down, he kissed him roughly, biting Angel's lower lip as his sire moaned, the taste of his own blood slipping down his throat.

Straddling Angel's thighs, Spike reached down, taking the other vampire's neglected erection into his hand. He began to stroke it gently at first, but quickened his pace as Angel began to thrust up into the encircling fingers. Leaning forward, he licked across the broad chest that lay before him, taking a nipple into his mouth. The body beneath his arched to the touch and he bit down again, breaking the skin, then sucked greedily at the brown nub. He laughed as Angel moaned, then he slid down his body, kissing him as he went.

Lying on his stomach between Angel's spread legs, Spike leaned forward, his tongue flicking out to lick his sire's cock. It had been over a hundred years since he had tasted him this way and he had never once stopped craving this. He was just about to swallow the hardened member when Angel's voice stopped him.

"You don't have to do that." Spike looked up, not sure he had heard him correctly, then he rose up on his elbows, observing his sire.

"I don't?" He asked, not sure what the problem was.

"No. I said I wanted to be equals. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do, not any more." Spike could see that Angel was serious so he hid the smile that was threatening to spread across his face and waited for his sire to continue. "This isn't about Childe/Sire lore or any of the old rules, and I don't want you to feel like you have to do... that if you don't want to. I don't want you to think I'm still trying to dominate you." With that Spike started to laugh. 

"Angel, you've sucked me off twice in one day, and you think I'm worried about you dominating me?" Angel scowled at his childe, then started to laugh himself. 

"Ok... ok, I'm an idiot, but I just don't want you to feel obligated to..." Spike cut him off as he engulfed Angel's cock. He sucked it hard, causing the older vampire to gasp as his whole body shuddered from the pleasure he felt. 

"Do that?" Spike asked as he pulled his mouth away. Angel nodded, unable to speak. "Don't worry, mate I'm just doing what you said -- making us equals. I got mine, now I'm giving you your share." His mouth descended on the thick member and he sucked on the engorged head, eliciting a gasp from his sire. He continued to suck and lick, sliding his tongue up and down the velvety flesh as his hands kneaded his sire's sac. Angel's hands were in his hair a moment later and Spike knew he wouldn't last much longer. Then, taking the cock deep in his throat, Spike flexed the muscles as he hummed, the vibrations echoing through Angel's body. His orgasm erupted, making him cry out as his body arched off the bed, and, a moment later, he felt the smaller vamp slide up the bed to lay beside him.

"I think equals is a good choice, Angel." Spike said, his head coming to rest on his sire's chest as Angel wrapped his arms around him, smiling to himself.