In Hell's Wake: Satisfaction of Sire 2/?

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? This Chapter- more hot sex, and Angel cooks up a plan to get Buffy and the others to accept Spike.

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

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

Disclaimer: I don't anything from ME... though I really wish I could.

Distribution: Go ahead. I'd like to know where it's going if you can drop me a line.

Feedback: Yes Please. E-mail to goddess_salustra@juno.com and cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk

Length: 6215 words

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Spike moans and struggles up to his knees. "Please Sire?"

"Please what?" Angel asks with false sympathy "What do you want Baby?"

"Please let me ride your cock Sire."

"You want my big prick inside that tight little hole of yours?" He asks, tilting his head. "Well come one sweetheart, climb on." From the tone of his voice he could be a father talking to his son about the carousel. "Come ride me my boy."

Spike moves over, crawling on his knees, leaning against Angel's chest as he lowers himself onto Angel's cock again. "Oh god."

Moaning Angel chuckles "Am I still your God Willie?"

Spike nods, eyes intent on Angel. "Still."

"Needy little bitch aren't you Willie-boy?" Angel asks pulling Spike down tight against him, his balls pressed against his spread cheeks.

Spike whimpers and moans, arching and gasping as Angel pulls him down. "You should know. You made me this way."

"That I did." Smirking again, Angel starts to slide Spike up and down his cock, bucking his hips up slightly each time he lowers him down. "And now you've given yourself over to me again. Let me reclaim you, hell you begged me to. You know what that means don't you boy?"

"I belong to you. I'm yours. All yours. To do with as you will." Spike whimpers and keens as Angel pushes up into him.

"Exactly." Angel says, threading his fingers through Spike's hair and pulling his head back. "And if you want to stay, you have to do whatever I say. Obey whatever rules I set. You do want to stay don't you childe?" He asks leaning forward to nip at his stretched neck, licking away the dried blood from his bite earlier.

Spike moans as Angel nips at his neck. "Yes Sire. I do." He wonders what Angel will ask of him. What he'll have to do.

"If it meant that you can't hunt?" He asks. "By the way, aren't you supposed to be the one doing all the work here?" Spike groans and starts moving harder, pressing up using his legs and then letting his weight drop, moving faster.

"Well?" Angel asks, "Would you stay if it means that you can't hunt?"

Spike looks into Angel's eyes. "Yes. I'd do anything t'be with you again."

Humming with approval Angel jerks his hips up hard. "And if I said that you could only feed on pig's blood?"

Spike's lips curl in distaste at the thought of drinking only animal blood, but he nods. "Yes."

Jerking his hips upwards again he asks "What if I forbid you from ever leaving the mansion?" Spike's restlessness and selective-ADD is legendary within the family.

Spike groans and whimpers. Angel wants him for a real slave, it seems. He nods. "Yes Sire."

Pulling his head back up Angel meets his eyes and grins evilly, "Would you stay even if I ordered you to get on your knees and lick the Slayer's hot cunt?"

Spike whimpers and drops his eyes in humiliation, nodding but unable to form the words.

Bringing Spike's ear close to his mouth Angel gives the lobe a quick suck. "Don't worry Baby, even at my worst, I've never been *that* cruel. Hell, *I* didn't even do that when I was with her."

Spike chuckles and moans all at once. "Thank you Sire."

Spike had stilled at his last question so bringing his hands back down to his waist, Angel encourages him to start riding him again. "So are we decided? You stay?"

Spike nods and starts moving again. "Yes Sire. I'll do wotever it takes t'stay with you."

"Good Boy" Angel purrs. "I'm glad to hear you say that. Saves me from keeping you chained to my bed." Musingly, "Though, that isn't exactly an unattractive thought."

Spike moans and nods. Doesn't sound bad to him either.

Pouting theatrically Angel says, "Shame, but it's not exactly a very practical idea. Buffy has a habit of dropping by unannounced."

Spike moans. " 'ow're you gonna explain me bein' 'ere then?"

"Don't worry Baby. I'll think of something." Grinning widely, Angel slides down against the bed, raising his knees and bracing his feet to start to thrusting harder up into Spike. Spike pushes harder, moving, letting himself drop hard onto Angel's cock. This is what he was meant for.

Groaning harshly Angel rises up to meet him. "That's it boy, ride Da's cock hard."

"Oh yes Daddy. I'm your boy. Always 'ave been."

"My sweet little boy. You're going to do everything I tell you to do aren't you baby?" Angel moans at the feel of the wonderful tightness surrounding his cock.

"Everything. God, I've wanted this so much." Spike pulls at the belt on his wrists, feeling the hard leather holding them, straining and arching and displaying himself for his Sire.

Growling lustily at the beautiful on his boy riding him wantonly, he pants out "First thing? You're gonna stop gelling your hair. Let Daddy see those pretty curls whenever he wants. And you're gonna grow your hair out so it's you natural color. I don't know why you decided to die it in the first place."

Spike nods. "Yes Sire." He shivers, his skin prickling as Angel starts giving him orders. He doesn't pause or slow in his movements.

"Good Boy." Angel purrs approvingly. Rolling them he presses Spike against the bed. Pushing his legs up and apart he thrusts hard and fast, thumping against Spike's prostate.

Spike whimpers and arches to meet the strokes as best he can. His cock is throbbing, weeping, each stroke to his sweet spot pushing him closer and closer to the edge.

Leaning down Angel kisses him, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with his. "Gonna cum in your ass baby" He whispers against Spike's lush mouth. "Fill you up."

Spike moans and flicks his tongue out to touch Angel's lips. "Oh god yes Daddy. Can baby cum too, please?"

"Hmm yes. Daddy wants to hear his pretty baby boy scream for him." Angel pants slamming ever harder and faster into him

Spike arches against Angel, his balls drawing up and his release rushing over him. "DADDY!" He howls, his eyes rolling back and his ass clenching down hard on Angel as he cums.

The feel and sound of Spike's orgasm slams Angel into his own and he throws his head back and roars as he jerks and shudders between his thighs, thick jets of cum spurting into his boy's friction hot asshole.

Spike slumps back and relaxes boneless on the bed with Angel pressing on top of him, feeling Angel buck into him as his orgasm rolls through him. He moans. "Would you 'ave really chained me naked to your bed t'keep me 'ere?"

"Hell yes." Angel grunts as he jerks the last of his cum into Spike before slumping down onto his elbows above Spike's panting form.

Spike smiles and purrs happily. "Still think that's a pretty good idea." He chuckles.

Chuckling in reply Angel drops his head into Spike's neck, "Yeah. Nothing to say we can't do that sometimes." Pressing a soppy kiss to Spike's shoulder he grins, "The dungeon's still set up in the basement."

Spike moans. "Oh fuck. Din't think you'd still keep a dungeon, being souled and all."

"Silly boy. I'm still a vampire remember." Angel lifts his head and smiles down at Spike.

"Who you been using it on then?" Spike asks with a sly smile.

Returning the sly smile with one of his own he answers, "If you're a good boy I might tell you at some point."

Spike chuckles. "I've missed bein' your boy."

Grinning Angel leans down and licks wetly at Spike's nose. "I've missed you too."

Spike groans and wiggles under Angel. He chuckles and flicks out his tongue, catching Angel's chin.

Laughing at the retaliation Angel leans down again, running his tongue along Spike's cheek in one long lick. At the same time he ghosts his hands down Spike's ribs, hitting every ticklish spot. Spike starts laughing, helplessly. He squirms to try to avoid those hands but he's tied and pinned.

Grinning wildly Angel steps up the attack, determined to make Spike beg. Sitting up he starts in on Spike's other ticklish spots, from neck to feet. Spike laughs and squirms and struggles, but it's hopeless. Finally he calls out, "Please!"

"What was that?" Angel asks still tickling.

"Mercy, please Sire!"

"Mercy? Why ever should I be merciful?"

Spike whimpers and squirms. "Please Sire! "

Pining Spike's hips to the bed Angel asks mischievously, "What do I get if I stop?"

"Whatever you want Sire."

"Hmmm. Now that's something that needs some thought. What do I want?" Angel muses. "Ah yes. If you want me to stop you have to promise me something..."

"Whatever you want Sire!"

"You have to play nice with the Slayer and her friends. Do you think you can do that?" Angel asks, his hands sliding back up onto Spike's ribs, fingers poised to tickle.

Spike groans and nods. "Yes Sire. Does that mean I can't insult 'em?"

"You can insult them, as long as you don't go too far." Angel tells him.

Spike nods. "I'll be a good boy."

"Good lad." Moving away, he finally pulls out of Spike - amazingly his cock has stayed lodged inside while Spike struggled to get away from the tickling.

Spike whines as Angel's shaft slides out of him. "God Sire. Been much too long since you fucked me before this."

"Don't worry, it won't happen again." Pulling down the bedcovers, Angel rolls Spike under them, joining him and pulling them up over their bodies. Settling down he curls Spike against his chest, smirking into his hair. Spike purrs and snuggles against him. His hands are still bound but there's no hurry. No circulation to worry about. Hell, in the old days, Angelus sometimes kept Spike tied or chained in a position for days.

Wrapping his arms around his boy, Angel places one hand possessively on the cheek of his ass, just below his restrained wrists. With his wrists restrained, it might keep him from fidgeting some. Sighing happily Angel relaxes, ready for sleep. He can feel dawn approaching and he had a long patrol before Spike turned up.

Spike lets his eyes slide closed. It's time for sleep. He's secure in his Sire's arms and for the moment that's all he needs to know. Besides, he's not slept well for days, ever since Dru left him. He's not made to be alone.

Nuzzling into his childe's hair Angel sighs long-sufferingly, "Go on then. I know you want to." Spike moves and instinctively starts nuzzling and licking against his Sire's chest. It soothes him. He purrs contentedly.

"Needy little Daddy's boy," Angel teases gently, not letting on how much he's missed him, the feel of him in his arms and pressed against him. Spike moans in agreement. He's always been needy. Angelus had cultivated that, made him as dependent and needy as possible, encouraging his naturally submissive nature.

"Go to sleep. We can talk about the rules later," Angel murmurs, purring quietly.

Spike settles, laying his head on Angel's chest. "Yes Sire." He stills, purring away, as he slides into sleep. Smiling contentedly, Angel follows him down.

Angel awakens later, watching his childe sleep and running a barely there caress over his beautiful face. Spike purrs in his sleep, as if feeling the caress. His dreams are pleasant and warm.

Smiling fondly as Spike starts to purr, Angel leans down to press a gentle kiss against his forehead, before starting to slide from the bed. He leaves the belt that had bound his boy's hands draped over his waist.

Spike wakes as he feels Angel moves. His eyes open and the blinding pain of his hangover hits. "Leavin' so soon?" He mumbles softly.

Stroking his hand over Spike's hip Angel chuckles. "Gotta get up and dressed. The slayer is going to be dropping by soon. Can't give her an eyeful now can we?"

Spike grins despite the pain. "Ah, you and the Slayer don't do naked tai chi anymore?"

"Nope. She thinks if we tempt ourselves too much we'll end up in bed again. She also thinks I'll lose my soul again if that happens." Walking across the room he grabs his think velvet robe, sliding it on.

"And wot d'you think?" Spike moves and the room swims, so he lies back down.

"I think that if you throw up on my bed, you'll be washing the sheets by hand."

"M'not gonna throw up as long as I don't move."

Chuckling Angel sits on the edge of the bed, making sure to shake it more than necessary. "Right." He drawls.

Spike groans. "Sadist."

"But Baby, I thought you loved it when Daddy hurts you?" Angel grins down at him.

Spike opens one eye a crack. "Not this kinda 'urt. Don't suppose you could let me 'ave a little blood, clear this all up, Sire?"

"I should let you suffer." Angel points out. "You're the one who drank so much."

"Yeah, but if I wasn't drunk, I wouldn't 'ave stormed in that door, and we wouldn't 'ave 'ad all that lovely sex last night."

Sighing heavily Angel replies "True. But then I wouldn't be saddled with an insolent childe again." Hiding his grin Angel glares down at Spike.

Spike whimpers. "Sorry Sire." He hides his own grin as well.

"If I give you some blood, do you swear that you'll keep well out of the way while Buffy's here?" Angel asks mock-sternly.

"I swear. I'll be a good boy. I'll go play in the dungeon and stay out of the way."

Snorting, Angel stands up and moves closer, bringing one hand to his mouth and using his fangs to bite harshly at two fingers. He pushes the bleeding fingers at Spike's lips, "Brat."

"Always." Spike sucks the fingers into his mouth, curling his tongue around them, sucking on them as skillfully as he would his Sire's cock.

Groaning as his cock hardens Angel whines "Stop that." Gesturing at his crotch he continues. "She'll be here soon. Probably'll think that's for her." Spike chuckles inwardly but he obeys, just sucking in the blood passively, letting it take away his hangover and all his little aches and pains.

Once his fingers are healed, Angel pulls them away. "Now come on, get up. I need to get ready," He says heading towards the bathroom.

Spike gets up out of the bed. "Want me t'shower with you?"

"Oh somehow I don't think that's a very good idea. I would like to meet the Slayer *without* the raging hard-on," Angel says dryly.

Spike laughs. "Awright. My clothes are filthy though. C'n I borrow one of your shirts?"

"Yeah sure whatever," Angel says from the bathroom as he starts the shower. "Remind me to burn them later. There's no way you're gonna get them clean."

Spike sighs. "Yeah, awright." He goes over to the closet, looking through Angel's shirts.

Angel showers quickly, wanting to be ready for Buffy's arrival. He wonders how he can motivate Spike to stay well out of the way. Spike looks over the shirts, finding a dark blue silk shirt. He takes it out and puts it on. It hangs down about mid-thigh on him. Good enough. No need for pants...not that anything Angel had would fit.

Stepping out of the shower Angel scrubs himself dry before wandering naked back into the bedroom, still scrubbing his hair. Spike looks over at his naked Sire and groans, his cock tenting under the silk shirt.

Smirking at his reaction, Angel looks Spike over in the silk shirt. "Remind me to fuck you in that later." He says with a filthy grin.

Spike moans and whimpers. "Was 'opin' you'd say that."

Walking over to the closet Angel brushes against Spike as he reaches in for a pair of slacks and a black shirt. Spike shivers and his cock jumps at the slight contact. He'd forgotten how it was, how just being around his Sire like this made him so horny and reactive.

Slapping his childe on the ass, Angel moves away again to get dressed. "Go get showered," He instructs.

Spike yelps. "Yes Sire." He moves off towards the bathroom, unbuttoning the shirt as he moves. He steps in under the hot water and groans. He'd like to just wank right now, but he remembers enough to know that's not allowed anymore.

Dressed, Angel stops outside the bathroom door. "When you've finished go upstairs and stay there until after the Slayer's gone. If you're very good, very quiet, I'll take you shopping, otherwise I'll go get your clothes on my own. "

Spike nods and smiles, recognizing both the implied reward and the threat. "Yes, Sire." He blinks and gives his sweetest most innocent look. Snorting at the innocent look Angel wanders out into the main room, picking up his book and settling back in his chair to wait for Buffy.

Spike finishes his shower, drying and pulling on the shirt. He pads out, looking briefly at Angel before heading up the stairs. He pokes around, finding a library and picking out a book to read. He curls up in one of the overstuffed chairs and starts reading.

Buffy comes to the front door of the mansion, agitated. She needs Angel's advice. She doesn't stop to knock, just walks in.

Schooling his face into a suitably brooding expression, Angel raises his head from his book. "Buffy?"

"Spike's in town. Maybe Drusilla too. His car was found at the city limits today. I'm thinking just him because only his clothes were in there, along with a lot of empty whiskey bottles."

Putting his book aside Angel stands up. "Umm yeah. It's just Spike. He came here last night." Shifting nervously beneath her gaze, he looks down at the floor.

"Spike! Spike's here?!" Buffy pulls out her stake. "Where is he?"

"Buffy! Calm down." Angel moves forward holding up his hands. "It's ok."

"How? How is it ok?" She's even more agitated now.

Reaching out, he gently takes hold of her stake as he holds her gaze. "Don't you trust me?" Angel gives her the big brown puppy eyes.

Buffy looks into those brown eyes and is lost. "Of course I do," She says, relaxing her grip.

Taking the weapon from her hand, Angel moves away, turning his back to hide his smirk. Placing the stake on the table, he turns back to face her. "He came here last night. He had some really important news for me."

"Oh really? What kind of news?"

"Well...I'd uh, I'd uh really... rather tell everyone at once." Angel stutters, eyes on the floor again. "If that's ok?"

Buffy nods, her voice sympathetic. She comes over, raising her hand to touch his cheek. "Sure. No problem."

Smiling tremulously Angel holds her hand against his cheek. "Thanks Buff."

"You want me to get everyone together for you? I can bring them over here."

"Umm yeah...that'd be good." Angel says, looking at her with pathetic thankfulness

"Unless you'd rather I come over to the library."

"No. If Spike's here you should probably keep an eye on him."

"Yeah thanks. Though probably not for the reasons you think." Angel mumbles.

"Huh?" Buffy asks. "What did you say?"

"Umm nothing." Angel says, knowing full well that she heard - after all he pitched it just right.

"Ok. Well I'll got get everyone, and be back here soon."

Angel nods thankfully. "There's no rush. Whenever you're all free is fine. It's not like we can go anywhere for a while yet." He says gesturing at the bright sunlight outside.

Buffy nods and sighs. "Yeah, ok, you're right. I've got school anyway. We'll come over afterwards."

"Yeah." Angel nods again. Putting his hands into his pockets he gives her a shy smile.

Buffy smiles back. She goes over to the table and retrieves her stake. "See you this afternoon." She'd like to go kiss him on the cheek or hug him but they both had agreed that would be bad.

Smiling at her he shifts again awkwardly as she retrieves her stake. He can see the desire in her gaze and it makes his skin crawl.

"Bye," she says, as she backs towards the door.

"Bye," He replies giving a small wave as she leaves. She waves and closes the door behind her.

Angel waits until she's out of earshot before snarling and storming up the stairs. "Bómánta bitseach!" He growls slamming into the library.

Spike chuckles. "I don't think I need that translated."

"Do you know that she sent me to a hell dimension?" Angel asks angrily. "And she actually thinks I still love her after that."

Spike looks up. "She sent you to a 'ell dimension?" His face is pained. He had a hand in that with his betrayal, and he never knew that happened.

Recognizing the look on Spike's face Angel moves over to cup his cheek, "Not your fault Baby. You did what you thought you had to. You couldn't have known, after all it's not like it was necessary."

Spike sighs. "M'sorry Sire. I really am. Din't know..."

"Of course you didn't." Leaning down Angel kisses him on the forehead. "The spell only needed a little of my blood to close the portal. Not the sword impaled through my body before passing into the portal." He explains. "She knew I had my soul too. I was knelt at her feet. She kissed me, told me to close my eyes, and then thrust the sword through my gut. Watched as I was sucked in."

Spike shakes his head. "Rotten bitch. Why din't you kill 'er, Sire, when you came back?"

"Because, better her as the Slayer than some unknown who has no feelings for me."

Spike sighs. "Yeah. Makes sense." Spike closes the book and sets it aside. "So wot did she want?"

"Your car was found at city limits." Angel takes a seat in the chair opposite Spike's. "She came to tell me you were in town."

Spike groans. "Yeah. Crashed into the bloody sign on the way in. Left it and walked. All my clothes and such are in there."

Shaking his head Angel sighs "William William William. Whatever shall I do with you boy?"

"Shag me rotten, m'figuring." Spike smiles wickedly.

Grinning back Angel drawls, "Ah yes, something about you and that shirt wasn't it?"

Spike chuckles and gets up, turning slowly and posing in the shirt. "Yeah."

Watching him with glittering eyes Angel slides down in his seat. Undoing his trousers, he pulls out his half-hard cock. Giving it a few slow pulls he grins at Spike. "Come here Baby, Daddy has a treat for you for looking so pretty."

Spike licks his lips and prowls over, kneeling in front of his Sire and looking up with lust-darkened eyes. "Oh, such a good Daddy."

"Hmm, I know. I look after my Baby Boy, don't I?" Angel asks spreading his legs around Spike.

Spike nods. "Yes, Daddy." He blinks up with his false-innocent expression. "What's Daddy's treat?"

"Daddy has something for his Baby to suck on. Would Baby like his treat?" Angel's voice is dripping with lust at the old and familiar role-play as he strokes his cock once more, pointing it towards Spike, as if holding out an ice-cream cone.

Spike nods. "Oh yes Daddy, Baby wants to suck." Spike leans forward, licking over the head, tasting the first pearl of fluid from the slit before he swirls his tongue and takes the head into his mouth.

Moaning quietly, Angel says, "There you go Baby. Just enjoy your treat, so Daddy can watch how much you like it."

Spike's eyes look up and lock on Angel's. He loves this. Love sucking on this big cock, loves Angel watching him, loves bringing him pleasure. He licks and curls his tongue around, moving his head slowly forward and takes more and more into his mouth, relaxing his jaw to accommodate the massive cock.

Angel watches through hooded eyes, watching every bit of enjoyment on Spike's face. He reaches forward to turn up the collar of the blue silk shirt so that it frames the pretty pretty picture of Spike sucking him. Spike smiles inwardly. His Sire did always love his pretty pictures. Spike used to spend endless hours as a fledge, practicing poses and expressions and movements to draw Angelus' eye. He pushes down further still.

Groaning as his hips jerk upwards into that deliciously wicked mouth, Angel asks huskily, "Are you enjoying your treat Baby?" Spike moans in agreement and pushes down to the back of the throat. He relaxes and pushes further still, swallowing.

"Yesss," hisses Angel. First the vibrations of Spike's moan and then the massaging of his throat. The boy always brings him the most exquisite pleasure with his mouth, but right now he has something else in mind. Cupping Spike's head he pulls his mouth up off of his erection.

Spike whimpers slightly as he is pulled off but he looks up at him, licking his now slightly puffy lips.

"Would you like another treat my boy?" Angel asks breathily. He brushes a thumb over Spike's swollen lips, admiring how they look, red and luscious.

Spike nods slightly. "Oh yes Daddy." He shivers as Angel touches his lips. It's been a long time since they've played these little games, and he loves them so.

"Come here then sweetheart," Angel replies holding out his arms. Spike gets up and moves into Angel's arms, straddling his lap on the chair as he does so.

Wrapping one arm around Spike's waist he brings the fingers of his other hand to Spike's mouth. Tapping two fingers against his lips he says, "Open up sweetheart. Get Daddy's fingers nice and wet."

Spike opens his mouth obediently and sucking in the two fingers, licking and sucking as he wets the fingers. Once they're slick enough Angel pulls them from his boy's mouth and brings his hand around to slide beneath the hem of the shirt and between Spike's asscheeks. Finding his pucker, he starts to rub his wet fingers against it, tapping gently at the muscle.

Spike gasps a little and moans as Angel starts pushing around his pucker. His cock leaps and twitches under the silk shirt. He looks down at his Sire, eyes now black with arousal, and crosses his wrists behind his back.

Smiling at Spike taking up the submissive position, Angel purrs slightly as he pushes one finger into his hole. Moving the finger in and out he massages the muscles, encouraging them to loosen. His other hand rests on Spike's hip holding him steady. Spike whimpers as Angel's finger presses up into him. "Oh Daddy, so good to your little boy."

Pressing a second finger in beside the first Angel starts to twist and scissor them, stretching Spike's tight hole. "Tell me childe. Is Sweet William still there behind Big Bad Spike?" Angel asks looking into his eyes.

Spike moans and looks back at Angel. "Yes, Sire." He shivers as Angel looks at him so intently. He could never lie under that gaze.

Pulling out his fingers he brings them back to Spike's mouth. "Can you bring William forward so he can help in Daddy's plans? Would you let the Slayer see him?" Stroking up and down his childe's side, Angel assures, "Daddy promises not to let her hurt him."

Spike nods as he sucks the fingers back in. He doesn't know what his Sire has in mind, but he'll do anything to keep having this, to have his Sire back again. He purrs softly as Angel strokes his side.

Moving his slick fingers back between Spike's cheeks, Angel slides them back inside, continuing the gentle stretching of his opening. "Good Boy. Such a good boy to let William out to play for Daddy."

Spike whimpers and pushes back onto Angel's fingers. "I want t'be a good boy for Daddy. I miss being Daddy's little boy."

"Daddy misses his little boy too. And he's going to make sure that his little boy carries on being good so that he can stay with Daddy." Sliding his fingers free once more, he slides Spike carefully from his lap. "Why don't you get Daddy's cock nice and wet so he can fuck you good?"

Spike groans and licks his lips, leaning forward to lick all over Angel's cock, slicking it. Watching Spike slick him up Angel reaches up to unbutton his shirt, letting the black fabric fall open to frame his pale chest. "Ready sweetheart?"

Spike nods and whimpers. "Yes Daddy."

"Come here and get your other treat then Baby. Come sit on Daddy's cock." Angel purrs.

Spike stands and gracefully moves forward, pressing against Angel's bare chest and sliding down onto his cock. He presses carefully till the tip is properly seated, then lets his weight carry him down onto it. Angel's eyes flutter closed as Spike sinks down on him. "So tight Baby. Still so very tight for Daddy." His hands come to rest on Spike's silk covered hips.

Spike whimpers and groans. "Only for Daddy and Brother, the only ones Baby sits on like this."

Groaning Angel grips hard onto his slim hips. "Good Baby. Keeping yourself only for us. Daddy will have to reward you." Spike moans and writhes on Angel's lap, rocking a bit as he reaches the base, Angel's cock all the way inside him.

Unbuttoning all but the middle two buttons of Spike's shirt Angel parts it at top and bottom, framing his neck and upper chest and hard cock. "My Boy. So beautiful. I should sketch you like this. Writhing on my cock."

Spike groans and nods. "I remember spending several hours with your cock up my ass, bent over, while you sketched me once." He smiles at the memory as he lifts and starts riding his Sire's cock.

"Yes, I remember." Angel smiles fondly at the memory. "I also remember that you were so desperate to come by the time I'd finished the sketch, you were crying." Angel grins evilly at Spike. "We should do that again sometime."

Spike whimpers and bites his lip. God how he loves his Sire's torments and tortures. No one ever made him cum so hard, whimper so pitifully, writhe so sweetly. "Yes Sire."

"So, did I tell you that the Slayer is coming back later, with her friends and Watcher?" Angel asks conversationally as Spike rides him.

Spike's eyes widen. "Sire?"

"Yes. She's coming by so that I can explain to her and the others why you're here." Angel explains as he leans forward to mouth Spike's peaked nipple through the silk of the shirt.

Spike moans and purrs at Angel's mouth on his nipple, and it takes a moment before he can concentrate. "But she'll stake me."

"No she won't." Angel assures him glibly, nipping at his nipple before switching to the other.

Spike gasps at the nip and moans again. His Sire loved doing this to him. Calmly discussing matters while Spike was out of his mind with pleasure, making him try to focus. "Why not?"

Grinning Angel waits until Spike drops down on his cock to thrust hard upwards, replying at the same time, "Because you have a soul."

"Soul?!" Spike screams as Angel's cock bucks into him.

"Yep," Angel answers, grinning. "A newly returned shiny innocent soul."

It takes several thrusts for Spike's pleasure-addled brain to put the pieces together. "William," he groans.

"Such a clever boy." Angel coos, rewarding Spike by thumping upwards hard a few times, making sure to hit Spike's prostate with each thrust. Spike whimpers and moans loudly at each thrust, his cock twitching and slapping against his belly.

"There's no way the Slayer's friends will let her kill Sweet William. Not after she lied to them about my return, before defending me against them," Angel explains settling back into his chair. "Especially if you put up a good act. And I *know* you will."

Spike nods as he keeps pushing up and dropping down hard onto Angel's cock. "Brilliant Sire. And yeah, I'll be such a good boy. So sweet I might even fool you."

"Ahh but you can't fool me can you Boy?" Angel asks. "After all...I know full well tha' ye are still me pretty lil' William. That ye just hide him away from the nasty ole world. Dun't ye me lad?" Angel switches to the rolling brogue of his true accent. Knowing how it affects his childe.

Spike shivers and whimpers. God, that voice and that accent. Without even realizing it his face softens and his accent slips back to his original upper-class origins. "Yes, Sire. How well you know me."

Purring Angel draws Spike down into a gentle kiss. "That I do, me lad. That I do."

Spike moans softly into the kiss, his hand raising to stroke Angel's cheek. "Sire." He's completely open right now, his eyes almost innocent again. The events of the past few months have broken him, and under his Sire's influence, it's like he's being put back together again. Molded and made to his Sire's liking.

"Me precious lad. A ghrá mo chroí." Angel breathes against his lips wrapping his arms around him and kissing him deeply, with all the passion he never gave to the Slayer. Spike melts and surrenders into the kiss, letting everything come through. This is the only one in the whole world that can do this to him, make him feel this way. This is where he should be.

Running his hand up along Spike's spine, Angel caresses each knob of bone, stroking the silk against Spike's skin. Trailing kisses along Spike's jaw he nibbles and lick at the skin until he reaches his ear, where he licks wetly over the shell, before nipping sharply at the lobe. Spike moans and whimpers at each kiss and nibble and lick, pressing against Angel's hand on his spine. He keeps raising and lowering, the pace slower. He squeezes his muscles as he moves, making himself almost unbearably tight on his Sire's cock.

"Jaysus!" Angel groans "So tight, so good Baby." Rocking his hips against Spike, Angel pushes him back up to sitting. Stretching out his legs he helps Spike arch backwards. "Put your hands on my knees" he instructs. Spike arches beautifully and rests his hands on Angel's knees. The position makes him even tighter on Angel's cock and he whimpers.

Purring and moaning Angel grabs hold of one of Spike's shirt tails. He wraps the silk around Spike's cock, then wraps his hand tightly around it and starts to stroke gently up and down his length. Spike gasps and pants as Angel's hand strokes his silk-wrapped cock. He's always had almost a fetish for his Sire's strong hands, and the addition of the silk to that is intensely pleasurable.

Letting Spike support himself in both his movements on Angel's cock and the arch of his body, Angel takes hold of the other shirt-tail and cups the material around Spike's heavy balls. "Does that feel good my William?"

Spike groans. "God yes, Sire." He whimpers and keeps riding, but the feel of his Sire's hands on him makes his arousal skyrocket. His cock starts weeping through the silk.

"Are you going to cum for Daddy? Hmm? Shall Daddy make his baby cum?" Angel growls starting to jerk his hips upwards rhythmically.

"Oh please Daddy, please let your Baby cum." Spike groans. His voice has remained in that upper-class accent, and his face is almost glowing as he is covered in a fine sheen of sweat.

Squeezing firmly Angel starts to jack Spike's cock hard. "Cum Baby. Show Daddy how much you love him. Cum now."

"DADDY!" Spike shouts as he erupts into the silk. He jerks and shudders, his whole body tightening in his release, and he arches.

Eyes on the beautiful sight of his childe in the throes of orgasm, his own orgasm takes Angel by surprise. Bringing his hands to grip harshly at Spike's hips, Angel jerks hard snarling as he empties his cum into his spasming body.

Spike pants deep unneeded breaths to steady himself as he rides out the waves of orgasm, still arched back, hands clamped on Angel's knees. Dragging Spike forwards, Angel takes his mouth in a heated kiss as he shakes through the last of his orgasm. Spike moans and wraps his arms around Angel's neck, clinging to him.

"My boy." Angel murmurs breathing harshly from the power of his orgasm, his arms wrapping around him crushingly tight.

"Sire," Spike breathes out softly in return. "I am yours, only yours."

Kissing over his childe's face, Angel assures him "Never going to let you go again."

Spike purrs and nuzzles his cheek against Angel's. "Thank you Sire. Couldn't bear to lose you again." His voice is a little raw with emotion.

An answering purr rumbles from Angel's chest as he nuzzles back. "No-one will ever take you from me. I'll kill anyone who tries."

Spike purrs louder, hands stroking Angel's hair and shoulder. "Sire."

"Childe." Angel sighs. Resting their heads together he murmurs reluctantly "We'd better start getting prepared for our 'guests'."