I AM YOURS 
By: PetiteMiel 

Chapter Two

Angel stood on his balcony, staring vacantly at the rising moon. Its pale light drifted down through a cloudless sky, illuminating everything below. It was a clear night and he had hoped that being out in it would help to clear his mind of the jumbled thoughts and raw emotions threatening to take up residence there, but to no avail. He could not stop thinking about Spike. 

A week ago he had gotten the call from Giles telling him that Buffy and the others were safe, that their battle against the First had been successful... but that Spike had been lost. It had taken all his strength to finish the call without breaking down into the weeping mess he had become as soon as the receiver had gone dead. He had felt his demon unfurl at the news, enraged by the loss of his childe, and, for once, Angel allowed it to take control. The room was destroyed in minutes as his anger was unleashed and soon there was little left. The next few hours had been little more than a blur, his grief threatening to rend his very soul. He had awakened to find himself lying on the floor curled into a tight ball, rocking himself, a makeshift stake clutched in his hand. The remains of his furniture lay scattered about the room in pieces and there was glass covering both him and the floor. He had wept for his lost childe then, his beautiful boy, knowing that he would never have the chance to make things right between them, and the loss he felt left him hollow. It seemed all he knew these days was loss. 

Angel had spent the next four days locked away in his apartment trying to come to terms with the fact that Spike was dust, but his mind refused to take hold of the idea. The fact that he had felt anything at the news of Spike's demise had been a shock to Angel. He had thought his feelings for his favorite childe long since dead. It had been far too long since they had been close for him to still harbor feelings for his Boy. The fact that he did had been a revelation. Then -- in typical Spike fashion -- his wayward childe had shown up on Angel's doorstep... literally. Opening the door to his apartment, he had practically tripped over a very unconscious and very naked Spike lying in the hallway. 

Angel sighed deeply at the memory and tried to shake off the brooding thoughts. He turned toward his new view, courtesy of Wolfram and Hart. A myriad of lights and colors splashed against an ebony canvas that spanned the horizon, but even its beauty couldn't distract him from his childe. His reaction to Spike's death confused him, to say the least. Clearly there were still some feelings there, and Spike's reappearance forced him to examine those feelings more closely. Spike's death made him realize just how much he wanted to make things right with his childe, and he hoped that he would have the chance. Turning away from the city lights, he walked back into his living room. The surroundings were as unfamiliar as the feelings he was so conflicted by.

He had left the Hyperion a week ago, after returning to LA. It had not been easy. The hotel had once been home, filled with the people he had grown to think of as family, but there were just too many bad memories there now. The scent of Cordy and Conner lingered everywhere and there was no escaping the pain of losing them both. He needed a fresh start, and he hoped to find it here. This was now his home. Angel thought about that word and what it really meant to him. His eyes darted down the hall toward the spare room where Spike was sleeping, and Angel felt that that was at least a part of the meaning. Spike was home.

Running a hand through his dark brown hair, for once not caring if he mussed it, Angel padded across the hard wood floor now clear of debris. Skirting the oriental rugs, he made his way toward the kitchen. Opening the refrigerator, he poured the contents of a blood bag into a mug he retrieved from a nearby cabinet, then warmed himself some dinner. Walking back to the living room, he stopped suddenly, every nerve on edge as he heard the low keening and whimpers coming from the spare room. It was the same every night. He knew Spike was troubled with nightmares. Standing outside his door the first night, Angel had listened as his troubled childe tossed and turned in his sleep, trying to ward off the specters that haunted him, but when Angel had knocked and asked if he was alright he had been told unceremoniously to "Fuck off." 

As Angelus he had been free to give William all the affection or comfort he wished, and it was always reciprocated, but with Spike things were different. Spike had learned to hate Angel and there was little chance that anything he could do now would change that. Still he had to try. Angelus had taken William's life and had turned him into a monster. Angel's soul needed to make amends, for that and so much more. 

Taking a sip of his dinner Angel eased himself into an over-stuffed leather chair. The room had been set right, the furniture replaced over the last two days and everything returned to its proper place. Setting his mug beside him on a small mahogany table, he picked up a book that rested there and began to read, trying to ignore the sounds coming from down the hall. However, after going over the same paragraph four times without comprehending one word, he realized it was a lost cause. He was just too distracted. There were so many questions he needed answers to. How had Spike been brought back, and why? Who was responsible and where had Spike been this past week? How had he ended up on Angel's doorstep? What was he going to do with him now that he was here? He had asked Fred and Wesley to look into Spike's sudden reappearance and Angel knew that, if anyone could find the answers he sought, it was Fred and Wesley, but in the meantime he was left to try and figure out how to deal with Spike and the emotional turmoil that he was obviously going through. 

He wasn't sure of the cause of that turmoil but Buffy had said that Spike had regained his soul, and Angel had sensed it in the younger vampire the minute he had awoken. He had seen the torment in his childe's eyes. Angel knew all too well the pain of regaining one's soul and it was something he wouldn't have wished on his worst enemy. The guilt and agony he had felt over the thousands of victims that had fallen at his feet, the daily parade of his dead haunting his sleep and the voices always taunting him with his past crimes. Angel lived with that every day of his existence, but he had been cursed. He was meant to suffer for his wrong doings until the day he was dust. Was Spike suffering the same fate? Had he too been cursed? Buffy hadn't said how Spike had come by his soul. 

Leaning his head back against the soft leather of the chair, he wiped his hands over his face. He wasn't sure if the soul was the cause of Spike's nightmares or if it had to do with more recent events but, whatever the reason, Angel was determined to help Spike find his way. Taking another sip from his mug he thought of how to proceed. He knew that it wasn't going to be easy. The younger vampire was nothing if not stubborn, and he was extremely hostile. Spike was sure to be difficult, he always was, but Angel knew he had to at least try. He owed Spike that much and somehow he would find a way to make it right. Of course, that would be much easier if Spike would at least speak to him. 

So far Angel hadn't gotten two words out of Spike. Well he had, but somehow Angel didn't think that "Fuck Off" was meant as an invitation to chat. The other problem was that Spike had locked the door to the spare room at the first opportunity and refused to come out, even to feed. Angel hadn't pushed, knowing that Spike would eventually get hungry, but the older vamp was starting to get concerned. He wasn't sure when Spike had fed last and now he was forced to decide what to do about it. He wanted Spike to open up to him and trust him, but he knew that was extremely unlikely given that Spike loathed the very sight of him. Angel needed to connect with Spike, and the need to feed was basic to them. Something they had in common. Feeding regularly would also help Spike to get into a routine. The younger vampire needed some sense of normalcy to help him feel more at ease, and then he would be more likely to accept his Sire's help. Angel didn't want to alienate Spike any further but three days was long enough to wait. Setting his book aside, Angel made up his mind. It was time for him to take control. Standing, he headed down the hall at a quick pace and was just about to knock when the door to Spike's room flew open and Spike stopped in his tracks at the sight of his Sire.

Angel stared at the drawn features and thin frame of the younger vampire. The sweats he had left for him to wear hung from his hips and Angel noted how loose the t-shirt was as well. Spike definitely needed to feed. Standing motionless in the doorway he could sense his childe's apprehension and he stepped aside as Spike silently preceded him down the hall. Angel slowed his pace as Spike came to a stop in the living room. 

"Are you hungry?" Angel asked as he walked past his childe, not waiting for a response. Spike unconsciously licked his lips as he followed Angel into the kitchen.

Moments later Angel stood against the counter, watching as Spike downed his third mug of blood. It was only then that Angel spoke again. "Are you feeling better?" 

Spike looked up and studied his Sire for a moment, suspicion etched across his face, not sure why Angel was acting so concerned. He was about to tell him to sod off but decided that he was just too tired to fight right now, and Angel's concern seemed genuine enough.

"Yeah. Some." Was his quiet response. 

"Good. I picked up a fresh supply of blood the other day so there's plenty if you want more." Angel said, making small talk as he tried unsuccessfully to fill the awkward silence. There was no further comment from the younger vampire, and Angel noted Spike's subdued state. He wondered if this was the result of Spike's weakened condition or was it caused by his soul. Buffy had said Spike was different now. Was this what she had meant? Whatever the cause, it was unnerving having a quiet Spike sitting calmly in his kitchen. After his hostile reaction to Angel's concern that first night, he had expected Spike to be his usual annoying self. His childe's polite reply had taken the older vampire by surprise. Not sure how to pursue further conversation Angel took the mug from the table where Spike had set it and turned toward the sink. He rinsed it out and placed it in the dishwasher, then turned back to Spike only to find that he was gone. Angel headed out into the living room and watched as Spike wandered around the room, taking his first real look at the place. 

Spike drew his hand across the back of the chair Angel had recently vacated. His slender fingers danced over the supple leather, caressing it gently, then he moved beyond it. He was drawn to the opposite wall by the fireplace with its ceramic tile and polished brass fittings, but he quickly turned away from its empty hearth. There was no light or warmth to be found there and it reminded him too much of himself right now. The book covered shelves on the adjacent wall caught his eye and Spike moved toward them as Angel watched with avid interest. There were ancient tomes filled with the mysteries of the occult, magic spells and demon lore as well as the newest texts on psychology and philosophy -- and there were even a few detective novels hidden in between. Spike smiled slightly at this, noting that his sire was still eclectic in his tastes. It seemed some things never changed.

Angel slipped back into his favorite chair, making himself comfortable as he watched his childe. Spike continued to peruse the shelves, picking up small objects that were interspersed among the books. A small jade dragon soon found its way into Spike's hands. He felt the weight as if to see how effective it would be as a weapon, then returned it to its original place a moment later. Moving around the room at a leisurely pace, he studied the artwork that hung from the walls as his Sire studied him. It had been three years since Angel had seen Spike and he noted with some satisfaction that Spike had not lost any of his natural grace or beauty. He drifted through the room, fluid in his movements, then stopped in front of a painting by Monet. Spike smiled again, then turned to face Angel. "Pretty pricey stuff you got here, mate." Angel returned the smile but said nothing as he continued to watch his boy.

The balcony soon called and Spike made his way toward it, stepping out into the night. He could see the whole city lit up from here and he found himself smiling yet again. "Angelus always did like a view." He said just under his breath. The breeze skittered across his skin and he raised his head, letting it flow over him. He stood looking at the lights for a moment, just taking it all in, then, shaking his head, he turned and walked back inside, closing the sliding glass doors behind him. "What happened to the other place? The one you lived in when I was here last." He asked as he made himself comfortable on the sofa.

Angel thought back to Spike's last visit, hot pokers coming quickly to mind, but he put those thoughts away. He wasn't sure if Spike was trying to bait him or if he was simply interested in the events of his sire's life in LA. He decided the best course of action was to give Spike the benefit of the doubt. "It got blown up." Angel replied casually as he reached for his book. 

"Too bad. I thought it was cozy. Still, this place ain't too bad. I guess you can't be too picky when you're down on your luck. Had to take what you could get, huh?" Spike grinned, some of his earlier tension slipping away as he began to feel more at ease. 

"It came with the job." Angel answered flatly as he flipped the page, pretending to read. He was glad to see Spike acting more like his old self. 

Spike gasped suddenly. "You mean you don't work for you anymore? No more Angel Investigations? Oh no. Whatever will the innocents of Los Angeles do?" Angel could sense Spike's playful intent and he realized that he had missed this side of his childe. 

"Not exactly. It's complicated. " Angel looked at Spike over the top of his book as his childe swung his legs up onto the sofa, crossing them at the ankles, letting his head come to rest on the arm. 

"Those must be the right kind of complications then, mate. I mean, fancy pictures on the wall, leather furniture, high rise flat and a great view." 

"Exactly." Angel answered as he noticed Spike slipping his arms under his head and closing his eyes.

"Yeah, but have you got cable?" 

"No." 

Spike opened his eyes and looked at Angel, giving him his most serious expression. "Well, there you go. Bleedin' employers never give you the good stuff "

Angel smiled. "I've got a dish." 

Spike smiled back, then closed his eyes once more. He could sense Angel watching him but he didn't care. Let the poof look, he thought. He was well fed for the first time in ... well, in a while if his hunger had been any indication, and he was determined to move past the torment he had been feeling and enjoy his life again. He had been given a second chance and, whatever the reason, he was determined not to fuck it up. He knew there were questions Angel wanted to ask -- and he wanted answers as well -- but he needed time to sort it all out, and he appreciated the older vampire giving him that time. He smiled inwardly at that. Angel and he had never gotten along but he was being decent enough now, so Spike planned on taking full advantage of his sire's generous mood while it lasted, knowing that with their history it wasn't likely to last long. Spike sighed heavily as the last of his tension slipped away. He had grown weak from not feeding, and lack of sleep had left him exhausted. He could feel sleep tugging at him and knew he couldn't resist for long so, instead of trying, he simple surrendered to it, allowing himself to drift off. 

Angel stood a moment later and placed his book back on the shelf, taking care not to wake Spike from his much needed rest. He walked over to the sofa and looked down at this creature he had made. Watching the rise and fall of Spike's chest as he took each unneeded breath Angel smiled inwardly. Seemed some things never changed. Reaching out his hand he gently caressed Spike's cheek before pulling it away and heading toward the linen closet. Returning with a blanket he draped it over Spike's lithe frame. He watched as Spike turned away from him, facing the back of the sofa as he pulled the blanket tight against him, his hands clutching the material as he hugged it to his chest. 

Angel brushed a stray lock of hair off Spike's forehead as he pondered his childe. He knew he should have asked about the dreams or Spike's soul or what had happened to Spike during those missing days when Angel had thought Spike was gone, but he knew that Spike wasn't ready yet. His childe was unsure of him and his intentions, and until Spike learned to trust Angel -- if he learned to trust Angel -- those discussions would have to wait. There was plenty of time to sort it out. This was Angel's chance to put things right with Spike, and he wasn't going to risk losing Spike now that he had found him again. He knew they would never be as close as they once were, but maybe they could be friends. Maybe they could find some trust and mutual respect for each other, helping to share the burden of this existence with someone else, the only someone else who could possibly understand. Angel took one last look at Spike, then made his way from the room and down the hall to his own. 

William awoke to the feeling of his sire's arms wrapped tightly around him. He was nestled against Angelus' chest as his sire lightly stroked his hair. Pushing closer he wrapped his own arms around his sire and soon found Angelus' leg thrown over his holding him still. He smiled to himself and wiggled a bit more only to have his sire push him back against the mattress pressing his full weight down on him. He looked up at the older vampire and grinned. The feeling of his sire above him was comforting and he relished the times when Angelus was in a playful mood. "So you're awake are ya' lad?" Angelus asked as he leaned down kissing his childe's lips softly.

"Yes Sire." William answered quickly returning the kiss as he squirmed beneath Angelus. His sire smiled down at him and laughed as he leaned down for another kiss. He covered his boy's mouth with his and the kissed deepened. William kissed back as his hands began to explore his sire's body, caressing the smooth skin of his back and he was rewarded with a light nip to his ear.

"I see what kind of mood you're in." Angelus whispered as he nuzzled against the boy's neck breathing in the scent of his childe. 

This was something that he would never tire of. The feeling of his childe beneath him, the scent of his arousal in the air, his need for this boy was so real it was almost a separate entity entire. He could not be this close to Will and not have him. He pulled back from his boy's neck and looked down at Will once more, taking in the beauty of this creature. Then he was kissing him again his hands caressing him, his teeth nipping at his skin. He pulled William's hands up above his head and laid them on the pillows.

"Do not move now Will. Do ya' hear?" He said as he smiled down at him once more. A look of confusion settled over Will's features and he started to ask what kind of game this was when the feel of his sire's tongue moving across his skin stopped him. 

He lay as still as he could trying not to move as he'd been instructed but as his sire continued to slowly lick and kiss his way down his body it became increasingly difficult. Angelus allowed Will to squirm beneath him enjoying the feel of his lean body pressed firmly under his. The boy's growing erection rubbed delightfully against his own and he savored the feeling. Angelus made his way down Will's chest sucking lightly on each nipple making them hard with the flick of his tongue. Will moaned and arched against his sire's mouth trying to get closer to him. He wanted to reach out and hold that mouth there forever but he forced himself to be still. Angelus pulled his mouth away and Will whimpered at the loss of touch. The older vampire chuckled to himself and then continued, his tongue moving in small circles across his childe's abdomen. He kissed the firm muscles there and nipped at them with his blunt human teeth eliciting a groan from the boy trapped beneath him. His hands roamed over the soft skin as he slowly caressed his childe. He could see William was becoming increasingly aroused and that soon he would loose what little control he had. As his mouth descended on Will's thighs he could hear his childe's gasps of unneeded air. He was panting now and Angelus smiled at this. It was one of things he loved about this boy. The small human habits he couldn't seem to let go of. 

The dark haired vampire moved down his childe's body licking across his inner thighs but avoided that one area he knew William wanted him to touch the most. He was a master vampire and some things were not done, that being one of them. He must maintain control at all times. To give up dominance over his childe simply could not be permitted. It went against all the Lore. Still he wondered looking down at his childe's engorged cock what it would taste like in his mouth. What it would feel like to give his boy that kind of pleasure. A moan from above brought him out of his musing and he looked up to see William's eyes on him. His childe was watching him intently now wondering how much more this game would allow. Angelus never behaved this way. He was often kind and loving toward him when they were together but he never put William's needs ahead of his own and he certainly had never taken so much time to pleasure him before.

Angelus smiled up at William then moved quickly up his body before his curiosity got the better of him. He kissed his boy hard his tongue slipping in through parted lips.

"Please Sire. I need to touch you. Please." Will begged in between kisses. His sire nuzzled his neck again kissing and sucking at the hollow there. "Please." Will pleaded as he pushed up against his sire's body his erection painfully swollen and weeping. He couldn't stand much more of this delicious torture. He needed to touch him and he needed to be touched. "Please Sire." He almost sobbed as Angelus rubbed his cock against William's grinding his hips against the younger vampires.

"Ya' may move now Childe." Angelus said at last when he new his boy could take no more. Suddenly he was assaulted from all sides. William's mouth seemed to be everywhere, at first on his lips then his neck than his chest. They were followed closely by his hands as he tried to cover ever inch of sire's body at once. Then suddenly he was pushing his sire back against the bed. Angelus growled in warning but Will paid little mind as he grasped his sire's stiffened cock. He took the weeping end in his hand and ran his thumb and forefinger over the tip feeling the pre-cum slide between his fingers then his mouth covered it in one fluid motion and he began to lick and suck at it hungrily. Angelus groaned and arched up against his childe's mouth as Will continued to feast on his swollen cock. The taste of his sire only excited Will more and he knew he was not going to last much longer. He needed his sire to touch him and he was tired of waiting. 

Slowly Will moved himself around positioning himself so that his sire would have easier access to him and then after getting no response he growled slightly trying to indicate what he needed. Angelus watched him as he sucked greedily on his hardened member and moaned as his childe's tongue swirled around the tip. He laughed silently as he watched William trying desperately to get him to touch him. The boy had turned himself completely around on the bed lying on his side as he continued to nip and lick at his sire's cock. Angelus couldn't help but be amused by this as he watched his childe grow more frustrated with each passing moment. Will growled again and then something akin to a whimper escaped his lips as he decided enough was enough. Suddenly he straddled his sire's chest his backside lying within inches of his sire's face as he slipped his tongue lower licking at his sire's heavy sac. Angelus stared at the lovely sight before him and then could do nothing but chuckle at his childe's boldness. 

"Please. Please Sire." Will pleaded as he began to rock against Angelus' body, his erection rubbing against his sire's chest. Angelus knew it was wrong to reward this sort of behavior. Will needed to learn patience and control. He needed to learn that he was there for his sire's pleasure not the other way around, but he could deny his boy nothing. Slipping his hands up onto his childe's beautiful backside he leaned forward placing a soft kiss there. Caressing the perfectly taught flesh he squeezed gently as William groaned above him. Then he reached between them to stroke William with one hand as he slipped two fingers into his mouth biting down on the tips. Will groaned as he felt the blood- slicked fingers enter him and he squirmed, pushing back against them. Angelus began to thrust his fingers inside his childe's tight passage as William continued to rock back against him. He scissored them stretching Will as he lightly stroked his childe's cock with his other hand. Leaning forward he kissed Will's backsidea second time then moaned as his childe ran his teeth along his engorged length. The older vampire continued to prepare his childe as William continued to suck and lick at his sire's now painfully erect penis. 

Suddenly Angelus flipped them over pulling his fingers free of his child as he turned himself around and covered Will's body with his own. He kissed Will's lips hard and bit down drawing his childe's blood into his mouth. Will slipped his legs around his sire's waist and thrust up against him as he kissed him back. Angelus wasted no more time as he rolled Will's hips slightly and entered him in one swift movement. Their coupling was fevered and frantic as they thrust against each other trying desperately to get as close to each other as possible. William groaned beneath his sire as he felt his thrusts grow more intense and he could feel a sort of burning inside himself that was at once painful and pleasurable all at the same time. He moaned again as his sire hit that spot inside him that always made him want to scream from the pure pleasure of it and he clutched at the bed sheets as Angelus thrust deeper still. 

The older vampire watched Will writhing under him and he knew he had never seen anything more beautiful in all of his existence. He growled and groaned as Will thrust up against him taking all of him in. Each movement of his childe sent shivers through his body as he kissed him again and again. Will reached out grabbing his sire's hair in his hands as he pulled him closer kissing him fiercely. He couldn't take any more. Reaching between their bodies he tried to take hold of his aching member but Angelus pushed his hand away and took Will's cock in his own hand stroking it in time with his thrusts. Nuzzling Will's neck he allowed his fangs to scrap the soft skin there as his demon came to the fore. Will's hips bucked against him as he felt himself loosing control and he couldn't hold back any longer.

"Please." He begged his voice a hoarse whisper against Angelus' neck.

"Come childe." Angelus said as he bit down on the tender flesh. Will came as he shouted out his sire's name thrusting up against him. His body lifted off the bed completely as he felt his sire's pull against his neck. Angelus continued to thrust into him and soon his sire was just as lost to the sensations as he was. Will felt the cool wetness wash through him as his sire succumbed to his own orgasm and the pressing weight of Angelus as he slumped against him.

They both lay still for a moment. Will panting for air he didn't need and Angelus lapping at the wound in his childe's throat. Then slowly Angelus pulled away his softening cock slipping effortlessly from his childe's body. Will moaned at the loss of contact as his sire rolled away from him but he soon found himself held tightly against Angelus' chest, his sire's arms wrapped protectively about him. Nestling closer he breathed in the scent of his sire. Smiling he wrapped his own arms around the older vampire and wiggled closer. Angelus smiled down at his childe as he stroked his hair then threw his leg over Will's to hold him still. Will looked up at his sire and smiled then kissed his chest and nuzzled into his neck. Angelus held him tighter as he closed his eyes, the sweet scent of his childe filling his senses as he drifted off to sleep.