I AM YOURS 
By: PetiteMiel 

Chapter Eighteen

Buffy woke to the sound of the rain as it tapped lightly against the window pane. She lay beneath the blankets listening to the soft sound, not wanting to open her eyes, not wanting to face the day, but she knew she didn't have a choice. Sighing deeply, she rolled over, pulling the blankets up about her shoulders as she stared at the water running in rivulets down the glass. The world outside melted into a blur of colors, people and places hidden in the storm, and she wanted to hide with them.

An old English oak swayed in the wind, scrapping along the stone wall outside, and she shivered slightly at the sound it made. It was a terrible, tearing sound. A screaming sort of broken sound full of loss and grief -- or maybe that was just the sound coming from her, she thought.

She felt like that old oak tree, windblown and scattered, caught in a torrent that she could find no shelter from. The Coven was supposed to be a safe harbor from the storm, not the eye of it. She had thought things would be different in England, but they were just the same. Nothing had changed. 

Buffy had hoped that she could start a new life without all the turmoil. That was why she had shared her power with the others -- or at least part of the reason. It was why Spike had dusted in that cave, to give her the chance to have a normal life, but a normal life was something that she would never have, and she knew it now. There was just no running away from it. Normal just wasn't in the cards. Not for her, or for Dawn. 

At the thought of her sister, she turned toward the other bed then lurched from beneath the blankets, fear taking hold of her as she realized the other bed was empty. 

Fred sat in Wesley's office, staring at the yellow legal pad she had been scribbling on. She frowned slightly, re-reading her notes from the previous day, and then turned back to the large Burundi text that lay on the desk in front of her. She hadn't been able to sleep and had been determined to get some work done, but was finding it hard to concentrate. 

Flipping through the pages she scanned the text, sighing loudly as she did so. Her knowledge of ancient dialects was limited at best, and this particular dialect was thousands of years old. She really needed Wesley, she thought, as she pictured the Englishman in her mind.

A small smile graced her lips, and she let her eyes drift away from the text and sweep around the room. Everywhere she looked she saw him -- not the actual form of the ex-watcher, but all those small intrinsic things that made this place his.

A cup of Earl Gray left cooling on its saucer, a copy of the 'London Times' discarded on the table near the sofa and the 'Watchers Diaries' nestled neatly between a book of 'Tharmalion Ritual Sacrifice' and the 'Beginner's Guide to Cricket'. There were more of his personal things in his office than his apartment, she thought, as her eyes came to rest on a discarded book lying on the floor near the sofa. 

"How did you get there?" She asked the inanimate object, as she rose from the desk and padded across the floor. Picking it up she frowned, shaking her head at the title, then walked back to the desk, slipping the romance novel in the drawer. 

Reseating herself, she turned back to the text in front of her, trying to pick up where she had left, off but the translation was just as difficult, the text just as dry and the subject matter just as boring as it had been when she started. A moment later she had the drawer open and was skimming through the paperback as she glanced about furtively to ensure she wasn't being observed. 

She began to read at a furious pace as she reached for her cup of coffee, understanding for the first time why Gunn found romance novels so addictive.

"Fred." 

She jumped at the sound of Wesley's voice, nearly spilling her coffee, then set the cup on its saucer as the ex-watcher approached. 

"What are you doing here?" She asked, quickly slipping the book back into the drawer in front of her. 

"This is still my office, isn't it?" He replied with a slight smile as he stood watching her. 

"Yes, of course it is. I just wasn't expecting you so early." 

"Yes, well... I had planned on sleeping in, but I had a rather disturbing call from England." 

"Is everything alright?" Fred asked, concern etched across her face.

Wesley stared at her for a moment. The long brown hair, the shape of her face, the fullness of her lips all calling to mind his thoughts of the previous night. He had never really allowed himself to just look at her before and, now that he did, he couldn't stop looking. She was lovely, he thought, as his feelings for her suddenly threatened to let themselves be known. 

"Wesley, are you alright?"

"What? Oh yes...I'm fine." He replied, shaking himself free of his thoughts. He turned toward the large leather chair on the opposite wall, seating himself as he tried to put some distance between them. "The call was from Rupert Giles, Buffy's watcher. It seems something has happened to Buffy's sister Dawn and he needs my help in sorting it out."

Fred rose from the desk and stepped around it. "What happened, is everyone alright? 

"It would appear that Dawn is suffering from some kind of psychosis. Willow believes it has to do with a book they discovered in an ancient library under the castle that houses the Coven." 

"Is it a spell book?" 

"Actually, they're not certain what the book contained. It was empty of text when they found it, but Willow thinks that Dawn may have absorbed the information and that the act was too much for her."

"And she thinks that caused the psychosis?" Fred asked, intrigued. 

"Yes. Giles wants me to use our resources here to figure out what was inside the book so they can attempt to reverse the process." 

Fred looked at Wesley, a puzzled expression marring her delicate features. "How are you going to do that if the book's empty?" 

"There are markings on the outside of the book. Giles recognized some of them, but there were others that were wholly unfamiliar to him. He's headed into Barton to use the fax there. He'll send me a copy of the markings so I can try to identify them." 

"Well, don't worry I'll keep up with the research on Spike so you can concentrate on that." Fred said as she leaned against the desk. 

"Good... It's important that we find an answer to that problem as well." Wesley said, fidgeting in his seat. Fred studied him for a moment, noting how nervous he became at the mere mention of Spike. It seemed clear that the events of the previous night were bothering the ex-watcher. She knew that Wesley and Gunn were both a bit unnerved by the fact that Spike and Angel were sleeping together but hoped that it wasn't going to become a problem. 

"Wesley, I think we should talk. I know what's bothering you." She said, finally breaking the uncomfortable silence. Wesley looked up at her but just as quickly turned away. How could she have figured out so quickly what he was feeling for her when he had only figured it out last night? He hadn't realized how transparent he was and, now that the moment was upon him he didn't know what to say. He wasn't any good at talking about his feelings and he was even worse when he wasn't certain of those feelings being returned. Fortunately he was spared the task as they were interrupted a moment later.

"Morning, kitten. Wesley." Lorne said as he walked into the office. 

The two humans turned toward the new arrival and smiled at the Anagogic demon, Wesley sighing quietly at his temporary reprieve. 

"I thought you weren't going to be back until tomorrow." Fred stated as he kissed her cheek lightly and sat down on the edge of the desk beside her. 

"Oh, doll, I couldn't take one more day of auditions. I'd rather have my brains sucked out by a Ragathy Demon than listen to one more Britney Spears wanna be. I don't know why I ever agreed to help cast that show. It was awful. Worse than Angel's singing." He said with a shiver. 

"OH." Both Wes and Fred replied with a note of sympathy in their voices.

"Tell me about it. But enough about that -- I want to know what's going on around here. I've been getting some very strange vibes ever since I walked in this place...well, stranger than usual. So give me all the gory details." 

Fred and Wes stared at each other, not certain where to begin. 

Angel leaned unnoticed in the doorway, quietly observing his childe as he stood beside the stove. He watched as Spike slipped a piece of newly fried bacon between his lips, savoring the taste as he consumed his breakfast. Angel's eyes narrowed slightly as they roamed over the lean form and flawless skin of his childe, and he felt himself grow hard instantly. Spike was naked except for the 'Kiss the Cook' apron he wore and Angel smiled at the picture he presented. 

A small bow tied at Spike's lower back brushed against his perfectly formed ass and Angel licked his lips as he watched the bow move from side to side. Some nameless tune flowed from the CD player in the living room and Spike swayed slightly to the rhythm as he sang along. 

Swallowing hard, Angel tried to control the urge to pounce, but the memories from the previous night came flooding back to him, making it difficult to contain his need. The scent of his childe; the feel of his skin, Spike above him, around him, inside him... it was just too much for the dark haired vampire to handle.

He moved silently across the tiled floor and slipped his arms about his childe's slender waist, rubbing his erection against Spike's backside. 

"Looks tasty." He said as he nuzzled the smaller vampire's neck. Spike leaned back, resting his head against Angel's shoulder as his sire kissed his throat.

"I thought you didn't like human food."

"I wasn't talking about the food." 

Spike smiled at the comment, then gasped slightly as he felt the prick of his sire's fangs. 

Angel took only a sip then pulled back, eliciting a small whimper from the blond. He turned his childe around, kissing him hard, his fangs slicing into his full lips as he sucked on them greedily. Spike growled in response, tasting his own blood as his tongue slipped past Angel's parted lips. He could feel his sire's need and he shared it. 

Angel's hands were in Spike's hair a moment later, pulling him closer, needing to feel his body pressed against his own. The younger vampire's arms slipped around his waist, holding him tightly against his smaller frame as his sire continued to kiss him. 

For so many years Angel had felt like a starving man whose hunger would never be sated and now suddenly he had been given a banquet. Spike was his feast and he could do naught but devour him.

Angel's hands slid around Spike's hips then slipped down, tightening his grip as he grasped his childe's ass, grinding himself against him. His cock was full and aching and he couldn't wait one moment more. 

Whipping around he pushed Spike onto the surface of the table as the younger vampire thrust up against him. He ripped the apron away in one swift move, tossing it aside as his tongue slid down over the blond's neck, lingering momentarily at the small puncture wounds he had just made. Taking another taste, he relished the sweetness of the blood as the smaller vampire's moans filled his ears. 

Spike's hands roamed over the larger vampire's back pulling him closer, trying desperately to mold himself to his sire's body. He arched up off the table as Angel's lips descended on one nipple, sucking it into his mouth. The older vampire growled as he licked and nipped at the small nub, feeling it grow hard at his touch. 

"Please, Angel..." Spike panted as he felt Angel's tongue slip lower. Angel looked up, smiling at his boy, then licked his way down over his incredibly firm stomach. He tickled the blond's belly button for a moment, feeling Spike's breath hitch, and laughed to himself as he felt his childe's hands in his hair pushing his head lower still. 

Angel could deny him nothing and took hold of Spike's engorged cock a moment later. Stroking it firmly he watched as Spike's head fell back against the table, his eyes closing as he allowed the sensations to wash over him. Then, licking over the head, Angel let his tongue play against the small opening as a drop of pre-cum formed on the almost purple tip. 

"You taste so good." He murmured as he swallowed it whole, sucking and licking at the hardened flesh. Spike's groans fueled his desire and he began caressing the younger vampire's sac, rolling his balls in the palm of his hand. His boy was so beautiful like this, he thought, as his tongue slid up the underside of Spike's cock, eliciting another moan. 

Spike could hear his own harsh breaths as he writhed on the table. He hated that he had never lost that human habit, but smiled with the knowledge that Angel loved it. The smile faded a second later as he bit down on his bottom lip trying hard to control his need to come as his sire continued to suck his aching length down his throat. 

Arching off the table once more he cried out as his penis was swallowed to the root, his sire's throat muscles squeezing him in a most delicious way. His control slipped away completely as he felt Angel's moistened fingers breech his tight opening and he poured himself into the other vampire's waiting mouth. 

Swallowing every drop Angel smiled, then pulled his fingers free, replacing them with his tongue. Probing the entrance he reached up, holding Spike's hips firmly on the table as his childe wriggled upon it, the pleasure overwhelming him. 

"Angel, please...I need...I need you inside me." He panted as the dark haired vampire moved quickly up his body, covering it with his own. Spike could taste himself on Angel's tongue as he kissed him and he felt himself growing hard once more. The scent of his sire's arousal mixed with his own filled his senses and he whimpered softly as Angel rose up, pulling his hips to the edge of the table before pushing Spike's legs back, giving him complete access to his childe.

He slipped inside him, penetrating the tight ring of muscles that clamped down on him a second later. Angel knew it wasn't going to take much for either of them but he wanted to make it last as long as possible. He took a deep steadying breath as he held himself still, then slowly pushed in until he was fully seated in the pliant flesh beneath him. 

"God, you feel so good..." He moaned as he began to move. Spike's only response was the haggard breaths and throaty moans that escaped his lips as he reached out, his fingers dancing against Angel's thighs. 

The blond pulled at him, trying to take more, wanting to be full of Angel. He got his wish as his sire thrust deep, hitting his prostate again and again, setting a fierce rhythm. 

It was all need and lust and want now, the pace quickening as they both felt near. Angel leaned in kissing Spike hard as he reached for his cock, stroking it in time with each thrust of his hips. He groaned as Spike squeezed him, not wanting it to end, but knowing that it was inevitable. 

Spike loved this feeling, the feeling of being completely filled. He needed that from Angel. He needed to belong to him, to be his. He had spent too many years not really belonging to anyone. He loved the way it felt to be taken, to be loved so fiercely that nothing else mattered. 

Another thrust of Angel's hips, and Spike could hold off no longer. He came hard, his cum covering his sire's hand and his belly as well. Angel continued to stroke him as his human visage slipped away, his fangs penetrating Spike's throat. He drank deeply this time, the taste of his childe's blood bringing him to the edge as Spike's cry sent him over it.

"I know you're there." 

"What are you doing here? They will be worried."

"I know who you are." 

"Do you?"

"I remember."

"Ah."

"Why are you doing this to me?"

"It is necessary." 

"Why?"

"You already know the answer."

"I won't do it."

"I see."

"You can't make me do it."

"No I can't. That is beyond my power." 

"How can you ask this of me?"

"It is necessary."

"I won't choose."

"That too is a choice."

Dawn rose from the bench in the garden, tears glistening in her eyes, and turned leaving Merissa behind.