In Hell's Wake: Satisfaction of Sire 1/?

Authors: Salustra and Cathelin

E-mail: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk

Pairing: This Chapter- Angel/ Spike

Rating: Adults Only

Summary: What if, when Spike came to Sunnydale after Dru dumped him, he decided to go inside Angel's mansion? And what if Angel wasn't too happy with Buffy for sending him to hell?

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Warnings: M/m slash, oral sex, mild bdsm, bloodplay.

Spoilers: Through Season 3 BtVS: Lover's Walk.

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Length: 6427 words

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Spike walks up to the mansion in a drunken state, carrying the bottle of Jack Daniels. The door is broken, repaired partly with slats in a haphazard fashion. Spike peers in, seeing Angel sit quietly reading.

Angel can sense Spike outside, taking a deep breath he can smell the stench of alcohol masking his natural scent. Sighing Angel tries to ignore him.

Spike looks at his bottle and drains the last of it, throwing it aside. Dutch courage. He was planning to come here and beat Angelus up for separating them. But seeing him, the feelings are very different. He's getting aroused just looking at that face. He raises his foot and kicks the door in.

Jumping Angel looks up from his book to the sight of his drunken childe swaying in the doorway. "Spike."

"Angelus. Bloody wanker." He staggers in towards his Sire. "Some Sire you are. That all the welcome you 'ave for your baby boy?"

As Spike staggers towards him, Angel recoils from the smell of booze, cigarettes and... other things. "Jesus Spike, what the hell have you been doing? Rolling in the rubbish tip of a distillery?"

"More or less. She left me. For a chaos demon." Spike groans. "Your doing. You poisoned 'er, brainwashed 'er."

"What? You're saying it's my fault that Dru's left you *again*? How did you work that out?" Angel asks exasperated. Standing he moves across the room away from Spike.

"I 'ad 'tmake that deal t'get 'er away from you. And she left because she said I'd gone soft. Wasn't evil enough for 'er anymore."

"Oh for pity's sake." Rolling his eyes Angel looks to the ceiling. "You've never been evil enough for her. Why would it be any different now?"

"That's wot I mean! You put ideas in 'er 'ead! I was good enough for the past 'undred years, then you come back and suddenly I'm rubbish. And t'make it worse, you don't even seem t'want me anymore. Just 'cause I was injured."

"Spike." Angel says slowly, with false patience. "What the hell are you talking about?"

"When I was in the bloody wheelchair, you sod! Din't even touch me!"

"Is that what this is about? Because I didn't screw you senseless while you were healing?" Angel asks incredulously. "God you are such a needy little bastard."

"Well I'm 'ealed now. And yeah, m'needy. You made me this way." Without warning, Spike rushes at Angel, grabbing him and kissing him, pressing his body against him.

Spike's mouth tastes of sour booze and what must be hundreds of cigarettes, but even so Angel can't help returning the kiss for a moment before he breaks away. "For fuck's sake Spike, will you look at yourself?"

Spike staggers back, falling onto the ground. "So you don't want me anymore?" His blue eyes well up.

"Jesus Christ." Angel swears again rolling his eyes. Picking Spike up roughly, he drags him towards the bathroom. Pushing him in ahead of him he orders. "Get those filthy clothes off." Turning away he starts the shower.

Spike starts obeying out of old habit. He's drunk and really uncoordinated, though, so he can't unbutton his jeans. "Sire," he whimpers. "Can't work the ruddy buttons."

Sighing Angel closes his eyes. "Why me?" Reaching out he quickly undoes Spike's jeans pushing them down over his hips. Crouching down he helps him out of his boots before sliding the jeans off.

Spike notes the closed eyes, the almost aversion as Angelus undoes his jeans. He must really disgust his Sire for him not to even look. His lips quiver and his eyes well up again, but he doesn't make a sound. Trying not to look at Spike's body Angel stands up and orders him into the shower to get clean.

Spike tries to comply, staggering forward, but he's starting to fade. He stumbles and falls, pitching headfirst towards the tile wall.

"Shit!" Angel catches him before he falls, lowering him the floor. Groaning silently he strips down to his boxers before helping Spike into the shower and pushing him under the spray. 'Hopefully the shower will sober him up' he thinks as he picks up a loofah and starts to scrub at the dirt on Spike's body.

Spike feels his Sire's body against him, and purrs. He's under warm water and being bathed. Two of his favorite things in the whole world. He squirms a little against Angelus.

Angel groans as Spike wriggles against him. "Stop that, before you fall over and crack your head open." He warns. Grabbing Spike's hands he rests them against the wall so he can support himself, before scrubbing his back and sides. And no, he really isn't affected by the feel of that soft skin and those muscles flexing beneath his hands. When he crouches to wash his legs, he *isn't* utterly focused on that perfect tight ass so near his face. Really he isn't.

The warm water is helping. Spike hasn't bathed in a week. And the feel of those hands on him awakens him, makes his juices flow, his arousal rise. He's hardening and making soft moans as Angelus washes him.

'Oh God, those sounds' Thinks Angel as he stands up. Moving his arms around Spike he starts to scrub at his chest and stomach, then up onto his arms, careful not to press too close.

Spike is waking up even more. He turns around, relatively steady on his feet. His cock is fully hard as he looks up at Angelus. "Missed a spot."

Swallowing harshly Angel's eyes focus on Spike's bobbing cock. Steeling himself he swaps the loofah for just the soap, lathering his hand. He washes Spike's cock and balls, and around to his ass, washing his cleft. All the time he forces himself to make sure his touch is impersonal. Rinsing his hands he grabs the shampoo. Clearing his throat he says, trying to ignore his slightly strained tone "Turn around. I need to get your hair."

Spike moans a bit as Angelus handles him roughly. But he closes his eyes. Spike could be a minion for all the feeling behind the touches. He turns obediently ducks his head. "Yes Sire." His tone is small and defeated.

As Spike turns away, Angel breathes an inaudible sigh of relief. He may be faced with the sight of that delectable ass, but at least Spike isn't looking at him. At the tone of Spike's voice, however, he feels a stab of mingled anger and guilt. "Oh for God's sake. What's wrong now?" He asks gruffly as he starts to wash Spike's hair, scrubbing at his scalp.

"Nothing, Sire." Spike keeps his head down, his tone unaltered. Angelus really doesn't want him anymore. He's got no family left.

Growling Angel snaps out "Tell me the truth." Flipping Spike around he pushes Spike's head backward under the spray to rinse his hair.

"You don't want me anymore." Spike lets himself be moved like a rag doll, eyes still closed. His tears are thankfully invisible in all the water pouring over his face.

"Fucking hell." Angel curses forcefully, manipulating Spike back around. Re-lathering his hair he growls out. "What are you on about, I don't want you anymore?"

"You don't. M'just too stupid t'get it. Leave a hundred years ago, send me away from the sub, don't touch me even when you lose the bloody soul...can barely stand t'be near me now. M'sorry."

Frustrated Angel drops his hands to Spike's hips, pulling him back against his boxer clad crotch. "And what's this then hmm?" He asks as he grinds his hard cock against Spike's ass.

Spike groans as he feels his Sire's hardness pressing against him. "Oh god Sire." He rubs back against Angelus, moving so that the cleft of his ass grips along his Sire's cock, only the wet cloth separating them.

Angel moans at his movements. "Stop it." He orders moving away and returning his hands to Spike's scalp. Spike whimpers but stops. His Sire's actions are so confusing to him. Hot and cold. Mostly cold. But he holds still and lets himself be shampooed.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Angel tells himself he isn't really disappointed at Spike obeying. Having sex with Spike would be a really bad idea. "Rinse." He says turning Spike back around once more.

Spike leans his head back to let the shampoo rinse out. He's still hard, and he can tell his Sire still is, too. Maybe...maybe he's still mad about being betrayed. Maybe that's why he's acting like this. But the fact that he still wants him, still hardens for him...Spike has hope. And it's not like there's any place else for him to go.

Running his fingers through the soft curls, Angel makes sure all the suds are rinsed away. "Ready to get out?" He asks, wondering how drunk Spike still is.

Spike nods. "Yes, Sire." He grabs onto Angelus' arm to steady himself as he steps out.

Grabbing a towel Angel wraps it around his waist, slipping off the sodden boxers. Turning to Spike he grabs a large fluffy bath sheet wrapping it around him to keep his warm. "Come on, let's find you some clothes."

Spike nods. "Yes, Sire." He leans against Angelus. He's not as drunk anymore, but any excuse to maybe touch his Sire was better than none.

'The boy must really be drunk' Angel muses, 'He's not usually so compliant' He leads Spike into his bedroom, pushing him down to sit on the bed. Moving across the room he starts the fire set out in the fireplace. Spike lays back on the bed, wriggling out of the towel to lie naked against the dark velvet. He stretches his arms above his head, stretching, cat-like, muscles rippling, eyes half-lidded.

Standing Angel undoes his towel and quickly dries himself, before scrubbing quickly at his hair. Walking across to the chest of drawers he pulls out two pairs of silk sleep pants. Turning to move back to Spike he freezes, mouth dropping open. "Fuck" He grunts as his cock throbs against his stomach at the sight of Spike's pale perfection spread wantonly across his bed. "Stop that" He orders weakly.

Spike appears not to notice, still stretching, writhing a little, moaning in sensual pleasure at the velvet against his smooth white flesh. Angel's throat goes dry as he tries to swallow and precum starts to ooze from his pulsing cock as Spike moves. "Stop it." He repeats louder trying to sound angry as his eyes devour the sight of his childe.

Spike stops writhing, looking up with darkened eyes at his Sire, seeing his weeping cock. He licks his lips. "Sire?" He looks sweet and innocent, soft curls on his face, even as his devil's body gives the lie to that expression.

Angel tries to remind himself that sex with Spike is bad, but his body starts to move across the room to the bed. As he's not paying attention, his body falls into its natural predatory gait as he prowls towards Spike, his cock swaying with each step. As his mind argues, his eyes are fixed on that pretty pink mouth.

Spike sees Angelus moving towards him. He knows that walk, that look. He licks his lips again, just the tip of his pink tongue slowly caressing full soft lips. While he doesn't writhe, he flexes muscles and moves very slightly, displaying himself to best advantage. It's been a long while since he seduced his Sire but he was *very* well schooled in how to do it.

Angel groans and his internal argument grinds to a halt as that wicked little tongue appears. He growls deeply at Spike's display. Reaching the foot of the bed he crawls onto it, slinking across it towards his boy. Spike tilts his head back, turning it, baring his neck in full submission to his Sire. A hard shiver runs through him. He wants this, is practically screaming for it with his whole being.

Crawling closer until he is on his hands and knees, Angel hovers above his submissive childe. Dropping his head he scents across Spike's neck, lipping at the scars marking first his turning and then his claiming. A rumbling growls rises steadily from his chest. "Childe."

"Sire," Spike answers back, his voice husky but almost pleading all at once. Each touch of lips to those marks had raised moans from him. Marks that only those lips made sing.

Nipping sharply at the scars Angel smirks against his skin. Such a needy little slut. "What do you want boy?"

Spike moans and whimpers at each nip. "Want t'be yours again Sire."

"Do ye now? And why is that my lad?" He asks, his brogue peaking through his newer soft American accent. Trailing his mouth up Spike's neck and along his jaw her sucks on the plump earlobe, biting slightly.

"Miss you, need you. Never stopped wanting you." Spike's hands slide over Angel's sides, stroking the corded muscles and smooth skin.

"Ah ah ah boy. I don't remember givin' ye permission to touch, do you?" Angel asks wickedly.

Spike whimpers and drops his hands. "Sorry Sire."

Chuckling Angel slowly lowers himself down onto Spike, pressing skin to skin and not moving. He continues to nip at Spike's face and neck, interspersed with long licks of his skin. Spike shivers and whimpers and moans, turning as his Sire moves over his face and neck, giving him access to whatever he wants. His cock is hard, pressed between their bodies, and he could cry from joy feeling the weight of his Sire on him again.

"Hmm so responsive." Angel whispers hotly in his ear, letting his weight pin Spike down, forcing him to be still. Smirking again he starts to count in his head, waiting to see how long Spike will stand the stillness.

"Always for you, Sire." Spike's muscles start to twitch and he squirms his body slightly against Angelus, wanting the contact with him. He could never stay still long when his Sire was touching him.

Lifting himself backward Angel moves back onto his knees, sitting on his heels and locking down at his supine childe. Closing his thighs slightly he presses them to either side of Spike's hips. "Hmm. All this 'Yes Sire' 'No Sire' is making you sound very obedient. But you're not, are you Spike? You're a naughty insolent childe. Tell me why I should give you what you want."

Spike whimpers. "Please Sire. I'll do anything you want."

"Will ye now?" Holding Spike's pleading gaze he starts to stroke one big hand over his own cock. "Is this what you want childe?"

Spike's eyes are fixed now on his Sire stroking that massive hard cock. "Yes Sire, oh god yes."

Purring slightly Angel grins "Eager little slut." Crawling forward he straddles Spike chest, still stroking his erection. "So ya wanna persuade me to make you mine again hmm?"

Spike nods and licks his lips. "Yes Sire."

Twisting his hand Angel snaps his cock downwards, drops of precum splattering across Spike's lips and chin. "And how are ye gonna do that boy?"

Spike lifts his head, moving it to lick across the head of his Sire's cock, twirling and twisting it in the wicked patterns his Sire used to love so much. He moves forward taking the head into his mouth and sucking and licking harder still. His tongue, as Angelus had discovered, is unnaturally long and limber and as he had once proclaimed it, 'a natural wonder'.

Watching through hooded eyes Angel hisses his pleasure. "Good start. But I'm thinking you'll be needing to do a lot of work to persuade me that you deserve to mine. Don't you boy?"

Spike lowers and raises his eyes and moans to indicate agreement. He pushes forward more, opening his mouth wider to take in his Sire's huge cock, sucking and licking and curling his tongue around it.

Pushing his hips forward Angel slides his cock to the back of Spike's mouth, barely pausing before pushing further, forcing his way inexorably into his throat, growling with satisfaction. Spike relaxes his throat with an ease born of long practice, letting his Sire take his mouth as he pleased. He keeps sucking and licking, and works the muscles of his throat to caress the sensitive head. His blue eyes, dilated with lust, look up.

Groaning harshly Angel looks into his pretty darkened eyes. His fingers trace over his lips, stretched as they are around his flesh. "Pretty boy." He growl-purrs, "My little slut." Spike whimpers in his throat and purrs, letting the vibrations travel over Angelus' cock. He's missed this so much, being at his Sire's mercy, serving his pleasure.

Sliding his fingers into Spike's hair Angel pulls his head down to the pillow, at the same time pulling his cock from that pretty mouth. Curling the fingers of his other hand around his shaft he holds the head just above Spike's open mouth, grinning wickedly.

Spike whimpers and presses his tongue out, licking across the flesh he's now denied.

Chuckling Angel lifts the head just that little bit higher, till it's barely out of reach of the eager tongue. Spike whines and shivers. "Sire...."

Angel mockingly replies "Childe?"

Spike bites on his lip. "Sire please...."

"Please what?"

"Please let me suck your cock Sire."

Rocking his hips forward, Angel rubs his cock across Spike's face. "How much do you want it? How badly do you want my cock in your mouth? Fucking your throat?" He asks huskily.

Spike groans and whimpers. "So bloody much. Crave it, need it. Dreamed about it. Please Sire. S'been so bloody long, oh please let me."

"Well, since you beg so prettily." Trailing his cock back to his mouth Angel slides his shaft between Spike's lips. Spike sucks down hard and licks again, pulling against the hand in his hair, wanting that cock in his mouth.

Thrusting his cock back and forth along Spike's tongue, Angel keeps his head pressed down to the pillow, not letting Spike have any control. Spike whimpers and submits, letting his Sire fuck his mouth, just licking and sucking and pleasuring him as much as he can.

Cupping both hands around Spike's head Angel starts to thrust farther in, harder, lifting Spike's head up to meet each thrust into his throat. Spike begins to moan and purr again, letting the vibrations dance over that hard flesh. It's been too many years, far too many, since he was fucked like this. No one ever compared to his Sire.

Groaning harshly, Angel lets go of his control, thrusting hard and fast into his childe's throat, fucking his face hard. "Is that what you wanted hmm? My cock battering your throat? Do you want my cum baby?" Spike groans loudly, his eyes finding Angelus' again. He wants it so much. He loves this, loves being fucked, being subject to Angelus' will and desire.

Roaring loudly, Angel throws his head back as he comes. His hips jerking against Spike's lips and his cum spurting down his throat. Spike swallows and sucks, not wanting to miss a drop. His own cock is hard and aching but that doesn't matter now. Nothing matters but that expression of pleasure on his Sire's face.

Pulling his cock from that rippling throat, Angel lets go of Spike's hair to wrap the fingers of one hand around himself, jerking the last of his orgasm from his cock, drops of cum splattering across Spike's face. Spike catches what he can and licks some off his lips and around his mouth. Angel sighs deeply, purring slightly and rubbing the head of his cock against his lips "Good boy."

Spike purrs and licks the last drops off Angelus' cock. "Thank you Sire."

Smiling down at him Angel moves off of his chest to sprawl leonine and satisfied along the bed beside Spike. Spike turns and cuddles against his Sire, nuzzling his chest.

"Something more you want childe?" Angel asks amused, wrapping his arm around Spike's waist.

"Just t'be close t'you Sire. You know 'ow much I love touching you, and being touched." Spike's cock is still hard and aching, but he doesn't dare ask for more right now. He's wanting to be his Sire's boy again, and that's worth whatever it takes.

"Aww such a sweet boy when you're behaving yourself." Angel teases, bringing his other hand around to knead at Spike's ass-cheek, as the fingers of the first slide down into his cleft, brushing gently across his puckered hole. Spike gasps and whimpers as Angelus' hands find his ass. He squirms just a bit against his Sire.

"Didn't you say something about wanting to be mine again?" His sire asks, pressing one finger teasingly against his tight opening.

"Yes Sire. I do. I want t'be yours." Spike whimpers, spreading his legs instinctively and arching his ass up.

"What do you think I would do to you if I made you mine again? Wouldn't you mind submitting again after all these years as a Master?" Angel asks in a light tone, but the questions are serious ones.

"I wouldn't mind. Want it. Never should've been parted from you. And you'd do wotever you wanted, just as you did before." Spike's eyes are almost black with arousal at the thought of what they used to do together.

Angel's cock half hard twitches and starts to fill again at Spike's eager submission. Breathing in his boy's arousal Angel groans as he rolls Spike back onto his back, spreading himself over him "Anything I wanted?" He hisses.

"Anything." Spike exposes his neck in submission again and whimpers, his cock hard and throbbing as his Sire pushes him down.

Snarling Angel strikes, unerringly finding his claim. His fangs slice into Spike's neck and he sucks harshly, gulping at Spike's sweet, thick blood. Spike cries out and arches against Angelus, the sweet pleasure/pain of the bite taking him, his eyes sliding gold.

Slowing from his first frantic gulps, Angel starts to draw out the feeding as he reaches down to hook Spike's knees, lifting his legs around his waist. One hand trails down between his cheeks, pressing at his asshole. Lifting his mouth just enough he growls out, "Mine? Only mine?"

"Yours. Only yours." Spike responds quickly and with feeling. He pants and whimpers as he can feel that hand at his nether entrance. Growling with possessive satisfaction Angel buries his fangs back in his throat, gripping cruelly onto his boy's hips and grinding their cocks together.

Spike groans and uses his legs to pull harder and tighter against Angelus. He whimpers and makes little submissive noises for his Sire. His eyes are full golden now, but no gameface yet. He's at the mercy of his Sire, where he's longed to be. Where he was made to be.

Retracting his fangs Angel sucks one last mouthful of blood into his mouth before pulling away and sitting up, leaving the bite open and bloody. Holding Spike's gaze he lets the blood dribble into his hand. Slicking it over his cock he growls "You want to be mine? Then present yourself for your Sire boy."

Spike scrambles, getting onto hands and knees, then lowering his chest to the bed and reaching his hands back to grab his asscheeks and spread them wide.

Eyes glinting darkly Angel inches forward, lodging the head of his cock against Spike's tight hole. Leaning forward he braces his hands on the bed on either side of Spike's chest. "Ready to be reclaimed childe?"

"Oh God yes Sire," Spike groans, almost a sob in his voice. He can feel the head of the cock against his ass, and he knows he's going to be ripped open. He wants it, wants all of it.

Growling deeply Angel thrusts his cock forward, using his full vampire strength to push into Spike's virgin tight hole. Throwing his head back he revels in the exquisite tightness and growling again as the pain causes Spike's muscles to clamp down tighter.

Spike can feel himself impaled, skin and muscles stretched tight over that massive shaft. This is the feeling he's missed all these years. None but family have ever had him here. Angelus and Penn. It's been so long the pain rips through him, almost threatening to overwhelm the pleasure and he screams and howls.

Angel's demon revels in the screams and the smell of blood, purring harshly at the feel of it trickling onto his balls from Spike's torn anus. Holding still he pants harshly as Spike bucks and writhes in pain, his muscles ripping around his cock.

Spike brings himself slowly back in control, as the blood eases the way and slicks him inside. He adjusts, letting the pain slowly fade into a warm hot burn. His own demon responds to the long-denied sensation, and his gameface is fully out now. "Oh god Sire so good," he groans hoarsely.

"My boy." Angel groans as Spike's body relaxes. "Gone fuck you hard."

"Oh yes please Sire, god yes."

Kneeling back up Angel starts to thrust into his boy with long hard strokes, hands cupping his hips and pulling him back into his thrusts. Spike moves along with the thrusts, arching and pushing, wanting the sensations, the pleasure and the pain. He feels possessed and owned as he hasn't felt for a hundred years.

"Oh yesss." Angel hisses, his head dropping forward to watch his blood covered cock pushing in and out of his childe. "So tight. Me pretty boy, all mine."

"All yours, Sire. Always yours." Spike whimpers and moans, his own cock bobbing and slapping against his belly.

Grabbing hold of Spike's wrists, Angel pulls them upwards, using them to pull Spike's back onto him. "My hungry little slut." He says wickedly as he saws in and out. "So hungry for Daddy's cock."

Spike groans and gasps as Angelus pulls him up, and rubs against his Sire as he is being taken so forcefully. "Yes Daddy. You know your greedy little whore."

Hissing Angel thrusts harder. "Bad boy, using that word against Daddy."

"Sorry Daddy," Spike replies in his best sweet-little-boy voice. He's not, of course. He knows how his Sire loves those words, and of course Spike loves them as well.

Moaning Angel lets go of his wrists. Leaning forward he braces his hands of the bed again. "Naughty boy. I'll just have to pound my little whore raw." With those words he does just that, using his full strength to ride into Spike's hole, pounding against his prostate with every thrust, their hips slamming together.

Spike groans and pushes back, whimpering, his cock bobbing and weeping as those hits against his sweet spot send bolts of lightning through him.

"Gonna fuck you so hard. Then I'll fuck you again. And again. You won't be able to walk to leave my bed for a week." Angel tells him lowly.

Spike whimpers and groans, knowing his Sire is fully capable of it. Has done it more than once. "Oh god yes Sire. I'm yours. Do as you will with me."

Groaning Angel shifts position again. Moving onto his feet he leans over, hand on Spike's shoulders pressing him down, as the new position allows him to pound Spike's grasping hole harder. "Gonna fill you with my cum, it'll be leaking from your ass for that week."

Spike keeps crying out over and over now at each thrust as the violent impaling is pushing deeper and harder into him. "Oh god Sire!"

Each cry torn from Spike's mouth sends Angel that little bit closer to orgasm. He can feel it spiraling in his gut as his cock twitches and grows even harder inside Spike. Feeling his balls tighten he growls loudly.

Spike whimpers as his own neglected cock is about to burst. He decides to chance it. "Sire...please...may I cum? Please, please, please?"

Spike's begging sends Angel over the edge, his cum spurting out of his cock as he grinds his balls against Spike's tight ass, rubbing his opening raw. Being with his childe again causes his orgasm to be spectacular, and he comes and comes, jerking and snarling. Through his pleasure he manages to growl out "Cum!"

Spike groans and whimpers, feeling Angelus cumming inside him, and the command releases him like an arrow from a bow. He bucks and shudders and shakes, spending hard over his belly and onto the bed as it feels like hot white fire through him.

As his balls spasm one last time, Angel groans, collapsing down onto Spike and squashing him to the bed, his hard cock still buried to the hilt. Spike moans and lays pinned to the bed, spent for the moment. He shivers and shudders a bit as the aftershocks run through him, and then starts to purr in sheer contentment. He's owned again.

Smiling dopily at Spike's purr Angel nuzzles against the back of his neck. "My boy." He says again, smug as he starts to purr as well.

"Your boy, Sire." Spike clenches his muscles around his Sire's hard cock.

Moaning quietly Angel rocks his hips against Spike's before gently pulling out with a disappointed groan. Spike whines a bit as he pulls out but he's still happy and filled with a warm glow. He makes little submissive whines and purrs. Family sounds.

Running his hands soothingly up and down Spike's sides, Angel starts pressing gentle kisses across his shoulder and down his spine, purr-growling at his boy.

This is what Spike remembers, what he savors almost more than the sex. The closeness, the touching. The possessive hands and mouth on him, the noises that let him know he belongs. Working his way downwards, Angel massages and kneads Spike's firm ass cheeks, parting them then pressing and rubbing them together.

Spike smiles into the bed even as he moans and purrs. His Sire was always fascinated with his ass. Claimed that was what first drew his attention. One glimpse of William from behind in the tight pants in fashion then and that was it.

Reaching the precious curve at the base of Spike's spine, Angel nuzzles at the fine hairs, before moving down to lave his tongue over his pale asscheeks. Spike gasps in breaths now and keens as Angelus licks over his ass. "Ohhhhhh Sire..."

Purring loudly, Angel parts Spike's cheeks, revealing his well fucked hole. Looking at that pretty little hole, stretched and slicked with blood and cum, he feels his mouth water and cock twitch. Spike can feel the air hit those abused tissues and he draws in a hissing breath as there is a moment of pain, and then moans. Leaning down Angel runs the flat of his tongue over his boy's hole, moaning at the combined tastes.

"Oh god Sire," Spike whimpers. He moves his legs further apart. Settling between his spread thighs, Angel continues to lap at his oozing hole.

"Taste so good my baby boy. You're pretty little ass leaking my cum. So hot. Makes me want to suck it all out and then fill you all over again."

Spike moans. "Oh yes Sire." His hands clench in the covers. "Love being your fucktoy, Sire." Angel groans harshly, thrusting his tongue inside Spike's stretched and torn ass. Licking at the tender tissues, his saliva helps to heal the tiny wounds, as he encourages Spike's muscles to grip onto his wriggling tongue, squeezing more of the thick blood and cum mixture into Angel's mouth.

Spike grips and clenches down on Angelus' invading tongue. He can feel the soothing healing effect as his tissues mend. His Sire's favorite game. Break him and fix him.
Pain and pleasure. Hurt and comfort. He'd missed this so much, craved it with all his being.

Pressing in deeper Angel pushes Spike's cheeks further apart. His tongue squirms around in the tight hole, now brushing gently over the spongy bundle of nerves inside.

Spike cries out and pants hard as Angelus hits that sweet spot, his cock hardening again instantly. "Oh fuck!"

Angel grinds his own cock against the velvet bedspread, already leaking again. Sliding one hand beneath Spike's writhing hips he growls in satisfaction as he finds him hard and ready. Pulling away quickly he presses himself along Spike's back, his cock nestling between his asscheeks as he whispers in Spike's ear. "Shall I fuck you again my sweet little slut?"

Spike groans. "Oh please Sire, please. Love being your slut, love being impaled on your lovely huge cock."

Pulling Spike up from his prone position Angel sits back against the headboard, dropping him into his lap. "Ride me, Baby. Wanna see you writhe on my cock" He says huskily. Spike groans and braces himself on the headboard as he moves into position, feeling the head of his Sire's cock against his pucker. He pushes down, using body weight and muscles to impale himself on Angelus' cock.

Eyes flickering as Spike slides down his shaft, Angel moans deeply. "Good Boy."

Spike closes his eyes and scents over his Sire as he pushes down. And his eyes open wide. The soul! His eyes meet Angel's with a startled shock.

Angel meets his shocked gaze, "What?"

"The soul! You've got your ruddy soul back!

"You mean you've only just noticed?" Angel asks with amusement as his hands come up to wrap around Spike's hips.

Spike nods, still in shock, too stunned to do anything but stare at him.

Smirking Angel jerks his hips upwards "And my soul makes a difference to you how?"

Spike moans and whimpers as Angel pushes into him. "But...you still want me?"

Rolling his eyes Angel sighs. Swiftly twisting them around he settles heavily between Spike's legs, "I've got my cock up your ass and your asking if I want you?" Angel asks as he thrusts shallowly a few times.

Spike groans and pushes back. "You 'ave a point."

Chuckling Angel rolls them back over again. "Now are you going to shut up like a good boy and ride my cock or what?"

Spike nods and grins, starting to move up and down on Angel's cock, even as his mind struggles to deal with the implications. Angel, souled, fucking him. What did it mean? Why, after all this time avoiding him, would he suddenly want him again? What had changed?

Angel groans as he starts to move on him. "Shut up. You're thinking too loud."

Spike's eyes fly up to meet Angel's. " 'ow d'you always know?"

"Because I'm your Sire and I know everything." Angel laughs, his hands cupping Spike's slim hips and squeezing.

Spike puts his concerns aside, concentrating on the feel of his Sire's hands on him, on that cock in his ass. It's a gift Spike has, to let everything but the present go. He leans forward, licking Angel's chest and sucking one nipple into his mouth.

Hissing at Spike's mouth on his nipple Angel thrusts up again. His hands trail up his childe's sides, tickling and scratching at his ribs. Smirking, Angel decides to drive all worries from his childe's mind, and sets out to press everyone of his buttons.

Spike moans and flicks his tongue across the peaked flesh. He's sliding up and down on the cock, his ass not tearing this time but still stretched tight over the massive member. Angel still remembers all the tender spots and the sensations are so good.

Taking his childe's shoulders in his hands he forces him back into an upright position. "I thought I said I wanted to see you writhing on my cock Boy." He growls.

Spike whimpers. "Sorry Sire." That voice! He could still make him jump with that tone of command. Spike starts riding him in earnest, pushing up and down, arching back, resting his hands on Angel's thighs.

Sitting up Angel reaches around to grab Spike's wrists, lifting and crossing them in the small of his back. Squeezing the delicate bones of his wrists he growls, "Keep them there. Or do I need to tie them together?"

Spike decides to be a little cheeky. "Probably need t'tie them." His cock throbs though at Angel holding his wrists so tightly.

Rumbling in his chest Angel lifts him up, dumping him in the center of the bed before rising and striding across the room to fetch a leather belt. Turning he prowls back towards the bed, hungry eyes glinting yellow, focused on his boy.

Spike moans and arches a bit, a little surprised that Angel dumped him off like that. He turns his head and sees the belt, his eyes widening.

As he comes to the side of the bed Angel smirks down at Spike's wide eyes. He runs the leather through his hand before letting it hand loose. "Sure you need me to restrain you?"

Spike nods. No reason to stop pushing now. "Yes Sire."

"Insolent brat!" He snarls, but the corners of his lips are twitching. Snapping the belt out to the side, he brings it forward with a crack. A welt rises diagonally across Spike's pale chest.

Spike yelps and whimpers. "Yes Sire." He licks his lips. Been a long time since this happened, too.

"Up!" Angel instructs gesturing at the edge of the bed in front of him.

Spike scrambles up and into position, right where Angel instructs. He shivers hard.
Bringing his arms around to the small of Spike's back Angel growls quietly. Eyes fixed on wide, dilated blue eyes. Spike holds his hands there, crossed, so that Angel can secure him. He whimpers and moans. He wants this, wants to be restrained and utterly helpless.

Wrapping the belt tightly around his wrists, Angel buckles the belt. Smirking at the moans and whimpering he grabs his boy's head pulling him into a hard kiss, biting harshly at his full lips, before slipping his tongue inside dominating Spike's mouth.

Spike tilts his head back, opening his mouth and surrendering completely to the kiss. This is his Sire. Soul or not, this is his Sire. The one he loves, the one he was made for.

Purring at Spike's complete submission Angel softens the kiss, kissing him deeply with passion. Spike moans and presses into the kiss. He feels loved, and precious, and owned.

As Spike melts into him, Angel smirks a little before pushing at his shoulders hard, sending him crashing down to the bed on his back, bouncing a little against the mattress. Crawling back onto the bed, he retakes his position against he head board. Settling against the pillows he strokes his cock languidly, watching Spike where he lays.