FIC: In Hell’s Wake: Satisfaction of Sire 21/? (Cordy/Angel/Spike in various combos, Adults Only)

AUTHORS: Salustra and Cathelin
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com ; Cathelin: cathelinn@yahoo.co.uk .
TITLE: In Hell’s Wake: Satisfaction of Sire 21/?
RATING: FRAO, Adults only,
PAIRING: This Chapter- Cordy/Angel/Spike in various combos
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- Whistler sends Angel and Spike off on a mission.
Distribution: Various lists, Wierd Romance Yahoo Group- http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance ;
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SPOILERS: Through Season 3 BtVS: Lover’s Walk
WARNINGS: slash, het, bondage, threesomes.
DISCLAIMER: We adore playing with the pretties, but we’re just having fun. No money made, don’t sue us!
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
Length: 6,343 words.



Grinning with satisfaction, Angel puts down the telephone and rises from his chair, stretching before moving out from behind the desk. His contacts believe that they should be able to find Penn very soon. He's looking forward to seeing his eldest again and setting the boy up as the Master of Los Angeles in his stead. Leaving the room he heads downstairs to tell his William the good news.

Sitting on the couch when Angel comes downstairs is a familiar, ill-dressed demon. He looks at Angel and smiles. "Told you I'd be dropping back by." There is a large duffel bag next to him. Angel freezes for a moment in dismay, his good mood plummeting.

"Whistler."

"You haven't forgotten, have you?"

"Of course not." Angel forces a smile, "You just took me by surprise. What can I do for you? Drink?" Heading for the carafe of whisky on the side, he pours himself a triple - the waves of amusement and glee coming off the other demon tell him this isn't going to be a very...pleasant chat.

"Nah, better not. I've got to drive. But I came to tell you that one of the jobs is getting urgent. Per the PTB, they told me to facilitate it. So I brought outfits and accessories."

"Which job is it that...Outfits?" Turning quickly Angel comes over to stand beside the couch, fingers tight on the heavy cut crystal tumbler.

"The fetish club job. We need the target out of there tonight."

Taking a slow sip, Angel nods, "Ok. We'll leave as soon as it's dark. You didn't need to bring any outfits though. I'm sure that we've both got clothes that are more than suitable - being vampires and all."

Whistler grins. "Maybe not. This place is pretty extreme."

"Oh." Whistler's grin sets Angel's nerves on edge. "Well, what have you brought?"

Whistler's lips quirk. "You can look through at your leisure. I just came to make sure you could do it tonight. I'll be going now. The PTB have me hopping lately."

Nodding, Angel puts his glass down and moves away, "Ah ok. Well, I'll probably see you again soon no doubt?"

"No doubt." Whistler gets up, walking towards the door. "You really think you can keep him in line?"

Swallowing his growl of annoyance at the implications in that question, Angel forces another smile. "Utterly. One thing I'm sure about with all my childer, they are completely obedient once I give an important order. Even Drusilla, addled as she is."

Whistler nods. "Just had to ask. Gotta be one hell of a thing, having him here, no soul and all."

Angel shrugs, "I'm sure the PTB are as aware as I am as to the truth about his character. No matter what the Watchers say about him."

"Not that they'd tell me.” Whistler shrugs. “Well, good luck. I'll check in on you next week."

"Right. I'll see you then." Standing carefully out of the way of the sun, Angel opens the door for him.

"Thanks. See ya." Whistler heads out the door, hands in his pockets.

Scowling at his back, Angel sneers at the truly abysmal appearance of such an old and powerful demon, let alone one that is a favored servant of the PTB. Shutting the door he turns back to the couch, and the duffel bag lying innocently beside it.

Sitting down heavily on the couch, he reaches for the bag, unzipping it and looking inside. Warily he starts to pull items out of it. Not five minutes later Spike is awoken by his snarls of anger. Spike comes running to his Sire, sure there must be danger.

When he rounds the corner and sees him holding a pair of backless latex shorts, he blinks in confusion.

"No wonder the bastard was fighting to hold back his fucking glee!" Angel growls throwing the shorts across the room.

"Sire...what's going on?"

"Whistler is a fucking bastard that's what!"

"Whistler? What's he got to do with those pants?"

"The fecking fetish club." Reverting to his brogue in his anger, Angel stands and starts to pace. "The fecker wants me ta dress ye in that...that...thing!" Spike shivered as he caught the full import of it. Angel's property on display like that, it was bound to drive him crazy.

Coming to a stop in front of his childe, Angel crowds close, glaring down into wide blue eyes. "And what do ye think about that me lad, hmm?" Angel's tone is dark and low as he questions him.

"We don't have much of a choice, do we, Sire?" Spike says, looking down. "Whistler holds the cards, he can tell that lot about me."

"I asked what you *thought*." Angel snaps. "Not what we're going to do."

Now Spike knew that was a dangerous question. But he tries for an acceptable answer. "That outfit would be lovely for us alone here at the mansion." Angel growls warningly, not willing put up with prevarication. Spike sighs. "Bloody hell, Sire, you know what a slut I am. I *like* being displayed, but I know you hate it."

"And why do I hate it?"

"Because I'm your property."

"That's right. I... don't like... the idea of my property being displayed like a...a...piece of meat!" Angel snarls, picking Spike up and slamming him against the wall. Spike groans and turns his head, mewling, offering his neck submissively.

"You know I love showing you off." Angel nuzzles into the bared throat before him. "Letting people see you, lust for you." Pausing he runs his tongue over the still pulse point. "But to display you so, like you're nothing more than some...*thing*..." Nibbling at the skin, he growls. "That, *that* I hate."

Spike whimpers and shivers as Angel licks at him. "Yes, Sire. I know."

"But I'm going to have to aren't I my precious one? Dress you in that piece of leather so that filthy humans can stare at you're beautiful body." Taking the lobe of Spike's ear into his mouth, Angel bites it gently, "And I can't even rip them to pieces afterwards for daring to."

"Whistler doesn't leave us any choice." Spike shivers. "Besides, you can always take out your anger on me later." He shivers, remembering other times in the past.

"I could." Angel nods, pressing him hard into the wall. "Or I could do something even better..."

Spike moans. "Whatever you want, Sire." He loved it when Angel was like this, so forceful.

Pressing one knee between Spike's legs, Angel pulls back to smirk at him, "Aren't you going to ask me what that is?"

"What is it, Sire?" Spike moans and rubs against the knee. Angel raises his knee until it's pressing hard against Spike's balls, his smirk widening.

"I'm not sure you're really want to know, considering I had to prompt you."

Spike moans louder. "Please Sire, tell me what it is?"

Running the tip of his tongue over Spike's lips, Angel hums quietly, "What are you gonna give me if I do?"

"Anything you want, Sire." Spike purrs.

"Ah but I think you should use your initiative and come up with something yourself."

Spike whimpers and thinks. "I'll spend a whole night on my knees just sucking your cock, Sire."

"A whole night? However will you keep from fidgeting too much?" Angel grins teasingly. Spike has to grin at that.

"I'm sure you could tie me in a good position for sucking you off, Sire."

"Hmm, no doubt I could." Angel bites his lips as though considering as he rocks his knee up and down a little. Spike moans and keeps rubbing against Angel's knee. "A whole night....hmm...perhaps a whole day would be better. I'm sure we could manage to go a day without sleep for once. That way we can carry on with business as usual that night." Angel muses.

Spike nods, "Yes, Sire, anything," Even as he knows how tired he'd be after that, then to stay up all night. Angelus used to love that, seeing how long he could keep Spike going before letting him rest.

"Very well then. Not tomorrow, but the day after shall we say? Sunrise to sunset."

"Yes Sire. Day after tomorrow."

Angel grins as he steps away, lowering Spike back onto his feet. "Shall we seal the deal?" He cups his groin, thrusting his hips lewdly. Spike nods, dropping to his knees, looking up eagerly. His hands move to unzip Angel's pants.

Chuckling, Angel grins down at him. "That's a yes then - and while you're sealing the deal, I can tell you my idea. How's that?" Spike nods, wasting no time, pulling out Angel's cock and licking up the length of it.

Widening his stance, Angel sighs with pleasure. "Well, you know that there's a series of 'missions' that I carry out for the PTB..." Spike nods slightly, and takes the head of Angel's cock into his mouth, swirling his tongue all over it.

Threading the fingers of one hand through his childe's hair and starting to massage his scalp lightly, Angel continues. "Well, it just so happens that...ah yes boy, such a sweet mouth you have on you..." Spike purrs a little at the praise and flicks his tongue into the slit.

Hips rocking forward a little, Angel hesitates before returning to his thread. "It just so happens that I have another list that they give me..."

Spike gives another little nod, then pushes his head forward, starting to take in Angel's shaft. - invoking a low groan from the older vampire.

"A list that contains the names of a number of individuals. Names of demons, half-demons *and* humans." Angel continues to explain, starting to breathe a little faster.

Spike keeps up his attentions, tongue curling wickedly as he takes in more and more of his shaft. "Why do you think those people are on that list?" Spike can't answer, of course, his mouth full of cock, so he makes a noise in his throat and keeps taking more in.

Not really wanting a reply anyway, Angel continues on. "They're on there because, even though they're not important in the great scheme of things, the PTB still would like to see them..." Spike pushes down, Angel's cock hitting the entrance of his throat. "...dead." Angel groans the last word as the tip of his cock contacts the back of Spike's wonderful mouth.

"And as far as they're concerned..." Spike groaned and relaxed his throat, pushing forward and swallowing. "I can kill them however I want. No matter how quick or slow, kind or cruel. I can rip them to pieces and bathe in their blood."

Moaning as Spike swallows around him, Angel starts to rock his hips more. "And I think that's exactly what I'll do, what we'll do. Bathe in their blood - or maybe I'll fuck you in it instead. Would you like that childe?" Angel asks, using the grip on Spike's hair to pull him away and tilt his face upwards.

Spike whimpers as he is pulled away, but he answers. "Yes, Sire, I would." His eyes glitter at the thought of being with his Sire like that...like the old days.

"How many should I kill for you, my Little One?"

"One for every one that angers you tonight."

Pulling his childe to his feet, Angel wraps his arm around his waist. "I have a feeling that there's not enough people on the list for that." He says with a twisted smile.

Spike chuckles and wriggles a little against him. "Probably not. But it'd be a good start."

Laughing shortly, Angel gives him a short hard kiss. "Strip for me my boy. Show me what's mine." Spike nods, stepping back. He walks over to the stereo, pushing the button, starting some music. A CD he'd put in there. The music starts, a slow, sensuous guitar solo, with the faint tinkle of bells behind it. He starts moving, rocking his body slowly, flowing, his hands moving to unbutton his shirt button by button, his pale skin coming into view. He never stops moving, writhing, thrusting, turning, dancing for his Sire.

Growling with low pleasure, Angel doesn't take his eyes of his boy as he moves to take a seat on the couch. Wrapping his hand around his cock, he strokes it gently as he watches.

The shirt undone, Spike bends back, letting it fall to the floor, slithering off him and fluttering down. He drops to his knees, arching back, his head hovering an inch above the floor, his body arched like a bow as he started to unbutton his jeans.

"Such a pretty one you are my lad." Angel purrs, licking his lips. Spike moans but doesn't stop his striptease. As each button gives way, Spike's hard cock slowly rises from its restraints. Spike pops up from his arched position, going forward, catching himself on his hands, and slithering forward, letting the friction with the floor pull off his jeans, revealing his ass inch by inch.

'Oh yes' Angel thinks to himself, his eyes riveted on the show, 'I am one lucky bastard.' Spike raises his ass after it’s revealed, still pulling across the floor but giving Angel a perfect view of his firm cheeks. Angel's cock jerks in his hand as he finds his eyes drawn automatically to the delicious curve where Spike's back rises to the swell of his ass. "Good boy." He murmurs, throat dry. "Daddy's little slut."

Spike slithers the rest of the way out of the jeans, naked at last, moving back onto his knees. "Yes, Daddy's little slut."

"Why are you? Why are you my little slut? Tell me, tell Daddy why." Angel grins wickedly at him, a slight growl of command in his voice.

"I'm your childe, your boy, your property. I belong to you, I worship you." He starts crawling to Angel, a slow, exaggerated panther crawl, every muscle rippling, purely sensual. Angel grits his teeth, clamping his fingers tight around the base of his cock to stop himself from coming at the sight and words.

He manages to pull himself together long enough to say, "Worship me? Do you now?"

"Yes. You are my god." Spike keeps his slow panther crawl, his blue eyes intent on Angel's.

"And what do you want from your god in return for your worship?" Angel asks with a quirk to his lips.

Spike's lips quirk a little. "To be fucked and treated like his whore."

"Is that all?"

"To do his bidding. To always be near him."

"Such a lot you ask of your God." Angel chuckles as he teases. "Demanding little acolyte aren't you?"

"I give good worship." Spike grins. "*Very* good worship."

Angel rolls his eyes and snickers. "Well then, why don't you come here and give some of that *very* good worship right now?" Spike speeds his crawl and without hesitation takes Angel's cock deep into his mouth again.

Clenching his teeth Angel presses his head back against the back of the sofa, trying not to come straight away, and trying not to curse. Spike keeps pushing, all the way, relaxing his throat, swallowing, before he starts to bob back and forth.

Within seeming moments, Angel looses the battle, cursing loudly as he comes hard. His cock jerks and twitches against Spike's tongue as his come spurts thickly from the tip. Spike swallows, greedily, as always, loving the taste of his Sire. He takes it all in and then carefully licks and sucks his cock clean before letting it go.

Panting, Angel closes his eyes. "Fuck yeah. Such a sweet mouth, my little worshipper."

Spike looks up at him. "You always said I had the best mouth you'd ever found."

"Asking for more compliments childe?" Angel rolls his head forward, opening his eyes and raising one eyebrow mockingly.

He chuckles." No, just quoting you." Spike nuzzles against Angel's thigh.

Hand resting lightly on the back of Spike's neck, Angel glances out of the French doors into the garden. Making a sound halfway between a sigh and a growl, he drops his head back against the couch. "Fuck."

"What, Sire?"

"It's growing dark."

Spike nods, with a little sigh. "We have to start getting ready, don't we, Sire?"

"Unfortunately." Angel replies in a flat tone. Spike gets up and goes over to the bag, starting to take out the rest of the gear.

Staring at the ceiling petulantly, Angel imagines all the ways he can skewer Whistler for Spike's outfit. Spike pulls on the shorts, his ass framed perfectly in them, the only concession to modestly the strap of the built-in thong.

Still staring fixedly upwards, Angel wonders if he can get away with Spike wearing a full length coat. Spike unlocks the collar and cuffs. He puts on the high collar and locks it, and then the wrist cuffs. Angel looks over from his perusal of the ceiling at the sound of the collar snapping shut, then swallows as he watches Spike put the heavy cuffs on his fragile looking wrists.

Spike looks at his Sire. "Well, all that's left aside from your clothes is this length of chain, and these nipple clamps."

Moaning quietly, Angel closes his eyes. "Oh God."

Spike grins. "I guess we can wait to put those on until time to leave." There is a knock at the front door.

With another moan, this time of dismay, Angel looks up at the ceiling with a 'why me?' expression on his face. Standing up reluctantly, he heads to the door. "Go into the bedroom and stay there while I see to this." Spike nods and moves off.

Opening the door, Angel finds Cordelia is standing there. "My parents are away, I thought I would come over."

"Cordelia." Angel sighs and smiles with relief, stepping back to allow her inside.

Cordelia comes in, sees the leatherwear and the shopping bags, and grins. "Something special planned?"

Angel's face falls and he glowers at the offending bags. "William and I have to go on a mission tonight."

Pouting a little, Cordelia asks, "Is it something I can help with?"

Shaking his head, Angel smiles weakly at her. "No. It's going to be a bit dangerous. Not to mention I'm going to have enough on my hands with Spike going." He fails to notice his little slip as he calls Spike by the wrong name.

"Oh." Cordelia looks down. "Should I go back home then?"

"No, you can stay here if you want. Hopefully we won't be too long." Angel steps closer and wraps one arm around her waist to rest on the small of her back. "You can invite your friend round to keep you company if you'd like."

Cordelia moves into the embrace with a little moan. "You mean Harm?" She grins. "What kind of company should I have her keep me?"

"Whatever you want." Angel returns her grin. "You seemed to be handling things with her quite well last night. Been using the things you learnt from us on her?"

Cordelia nods. "I like it. Never thought I'd like controlling someone else like that."

"I'm glad you are. Though I hope you're not enjoying it as much as you do submitting to William and I?" Angel asks with a quirk of his brow.

"No." Cordelia looks up at Angel. "But I've always known I liked submitting. The thing with Harm is just something new to me."

"Good." Angel chuckles wickedly, pulling her closer and leaning down to kiss her hard. Cordelia moans and presses against him. He can feel her nipples hard under her thin blouse. Sliding one hand down onto her ass, Angel kneads it roughly, pulling her into his hips. Cordelia groans at his touch and presses into it. After a moment, Angel slips his hand beneath her skirt, dragging his blunt nails over the bare skin of her cheek. Cordelia whimpers. Of course, she's not wearing any underwear beneath her short skirt.

Pressing one finger against the base of the butt plug, Angel pulls away from the kiss to grin wolfishly at her. "Glad to see you have it back in. Maybe when Will and I get back we can replace it with the next one?"

"Ohhhhhh god." Cordelia nods and whimpers.

Licking his lips, he purrs, "Aww, I know I'm good Cordy but I wouldn't say I was a god."

Cordelia chuckles. "Yeah, right. I've read the secret watcher's diaries."

"Oh? And what do they say?" Angel taps once more against the butt plug before his hand moves over her ass and hip to push between her legs.

She whimpers at the tap. "Something about you liking blasphemy. Dressing as a priest, having your children worship you, that sort of thing." She parts her legs for his hand.

The vampire chuckles as he finds her already dripping wet. "Really? And what did you think?"

"Thought it was sexy and kinky." She grins up at him. "Always thought you were sexy."

"Didya now lass?" Angel smirks, bending down to murmur the words into her ear as he slides two fingers into her heat. "And what be ye reasons fer tinking dat hmm?"

"Well of course your smoking bod, and that whole broody sexy vampire thing." She gasps as his fingers push into her.

"Smoking bod?" He asks in amusement as he starts to thrust his fingers harshly in and out.

"Yes, smokin' bod." She grins at him and then moans.

"And that's good?" Curling his fingers, Angel scrapes the tips of the bundle of nerves along the front of her slick channel.

"*Very* good." She gasps again. "Oh god."

Chuckling wickedly as he presses his thumb against her clit Angel leans down to nip at her ear. Spike walks out of the bedroom. He can hear its only Cordelia. Cordelia's eyes widen and she gasps. "Wow. I mean...wow."

Glancing over his shoulder, Angel feels his cock throb at the sight of his childe, even as his mouth curves into a snarl. Spike stops at the snarl. "It's only Cordelia."

"For now." Angel bites out the words as he twists his fingers cruelly within her body.

Cordelia gasps loudly and cries out. "OH GOD!"

Pulling his fingers free, Angel raises them to his lips. Holding Spike's gaze he slips them into his mouth, sucking them clean. Spike watches him. "Bet she tastes good."

Smirking, Angel nods. Sauntering closer to his boy, he circles around behind him. Standing close, he slides one hand around his waist to rest over his abdomen. Looking over his shoulder he catches Cordelia's eyes. Spike purrs and presses back against Angel. Cordelia looks at Angel, at the possessive way he's holding Spike, and she feels very, very sorry for anyone who steps out of line with them tonight.

"I believe your word was 'wow', wasn't it Cordy?" Angel asks, leaning down to nip at Spike's earlobe just as he had hers a few moments ago. Spike tilts his head and whimpers. Cordelia nods.

"Yeah. Definitely wow."

Dark eyes fixed on dark eyes, Angel purrs, "You'd like to touch wouldn't you? Taste?"

Cordelia nods helplessly. "Yes, I would. But only if you'd like me to."

"Good girl." Angel grins darkly, his voice low and syrupy. "Such a good little whore. Don't you think Will?"

"Oh yes, most definitely." Spike agrees. Angel's hand moves downwards, beneath the leather of Spike's g-string to pull the hard ridge of his cock free. Sliding his hand slowly up and down the length, his eyes glitter with sparkles of amber as he watches Cordy's eyes following the movement hungrily. Cordelia can't help but watch, as Spike moans and rubs himself slowly into Angel's hand. Even though his hands aren't bound, he unconsciously holds them behind him as if they are.

"Perhaps," Angel's voice rumbles in Spike ear, "it's time for you to give our slut another lesson my boy?"

"I'd love to Sire.” Spike grins. “What lesson shall we teach her next?" Cordelia shivers and moans, watching the two of them discussing her.

"I think..." Angel smirks as he nuzzles into his childe's neck, "I think I'd like to see her try to..." He strokes hard up and down Spike's cock to punctuate his next words, "take...every...single...inch...of your...pretty...cock..." Sliding his hand down he squeezes firmly at the full balls beneath Spike's hard prick, "all the way into that hungry, whorish mouth of hers." Spike whimpers and moans, pressing into Angel's touches, and he nods. Cordelia whimpers again and her eyes widen, but she moves forward and kneels.

Spike chuckles at her eagerness. "Aren't you a trifle overdressed for sucking cock?"

Echoing the chuckle, Angel mouths at the nape of Spike's neck. "You heard him slut. Strip." Cordelia ducks her head.

"Sorry Master." She starts pulling off her clothes. Easy enough to do from her kneeling position, just her thin top and her tiny skirt, no underwear at all. Spike looks down.

"We should definitely get those nipples pierced Sire. Be too pretty a sight."

"Oh yes, what a lovely though my boy. It'll make her even more responsive too." Angel's hands slide upwards, away from Spike's groin and up to tease at his pale nipples. "I could always pierce yours too."

"Oh god Sire." Spike groans and pushes into Angel's hands. Cordelia doesn't waste time, she moves forward and grabs Spike's cock, licking it and then pushing to try to take it into her mouth.

Eyes glittering wickedly, Angel leans over Spike's shoulder to watch her. "Such an eager little whore."

Spike has to nod and chuckle. "She is indeed. And adapting so quickly to her new role. What a lovely little pet she makes." Cordelia just looks up with lustful eyes as she pushes forward, taking in more and more of Spike's cock into her mouth.

"I bet it'll only turn her on even more if she starts to gag on your cock." Angel muses idly, watching her mouth stretch wide around the prick between her lips. "Dirty little slut."

"Quite likely, let's see." Spike grabs her hair, forcing her down on his shaft, filling her mouth and pushing into her throat. She does gag, and for a moment can't breathe, and a rush of panic and arousal flow through her at the same time.

Moving to crouch behind Cordy, Angel slides his hand between her legs. "Oh yes. It definitely makes her hotter." He looks up and grins at his childe. "She's practically quivering." Cordelia whimpers in her throat and rubs against Angel's hand.

"Wonder how long she can hold her breath." Spike doesn't show any sign of letting her move her head back.

"Let's see." Angel laughs as he thrusts three fingers into her dripping cunt. Cordelia whimpers again, her fear and arousal at equally spiraling levels, but there's nothing she can really do but hope that Spike lets her breathe again while she still can.

Licking his lips, the older vampire starts to piston his fingers in and out of Cordy's grasping channel, gaze fixed on his childe's glittering blue eyes. Cordelia keeps whimpering, her hips moving back against Angel's fingers. Spike grips her hair, sliding another hand down to twist her nipple. He pulls back a little, letting her gasp in air before slamming in again. "You forget how good air is, don't you pet?" He purrs. "Too bad we don't have more time. Could keep this up for hours, just pushing it to the edge."

Grinning with amusement at Spike's taunting, Angel unfastens his trousers with his free hand, pushing the material out of the way to free his cock and balls. Pulling his slick fingers out of Cordy, he moves forwards to rub the head of his cock over the lips of her pussy. Cordelia moans as she feels Angel's cock rubbing against her, and she spreads her legs a little. Her fear is a little less, but still, the deprivation of breathing is making her light-headed and very very aroused. Spike twists again at her nipple hard as he lets her catch another breath, pumping in and out of her mouth a few times before pushing in again.

Inching into her warmth with painful slowness, Angel revels in the feel of her delicate tissues stretching around his length. He can feel his demon stirring at the sound of her gasped breaths and whimpers. "How's she doing my lad?"

"Oh, very good. Excellent student, and that throat is bloody heaven clutching on my cock. Definitely gonna have to do this again when we have more time." Cordelia's eyes widen and she whimpers louder and Spike twists again. He likes twisting her nipples along with letting her breathe, forces the gasp, gives her no chance to even think of doing anything but breathing. He shoves his cock in harder, almost bruising the tissues of her throat. The glazed darkness of her eyes tells him that she loves it despite the fear and pain.

"Very glad to hear it." Angel purrs, circling his hips, grinding into her roughly. "I bet she won't be able to wait until we get home later. Her poor little friend is probably going to suffer for our sluts impatience."

"Oh, is she having little Harmony over to torment?" Spike chuckles. Cordelia moans as Angel's cock presses and grinds into her. Angel makes a sound of agreement, smiling widely. Spike shifts a hand to Cordelia's throat, so he can control her breathing that way as he starts to thrust in and out of her mouth. He presses enough to cut off her air til he decides to let her have a breath, then presses again. She whimpers and squirms harder, her arousal getting higher and her eyes almost black as she looks up at Spike.

Hands on Cordy's waist, Angel smoothly matches Spike's movements as he shifts the girl back and forth on his prick. "Best make the most of that blowjob." He tells Spike. "It's all the gratification you're going to get till we're back here after the mission." Spike looks at Angel with a plaintive little whine, and Cordelia pays for it as he yanks hard on her nipple. In return, Angel just raises his eyebrow.

Hands curving around Cordelia's body, he strokes over her flat abdomen and down between her legs to tease at her spread labia and clit. Cordelia moans at Angel's attentions, and her eyes are fixed on Spike as he continues to fuck her mouth and ration out her breaths. She's so close already to coming, and her mouth is full so she has no way to beg.

"Shall we let her come?" Angel asks casually.

Spike chuckles. "Maybe we should make her save it for Harmony...make her little pet do the honors."

"We could." Angel muses, stabbing his cock hard and deep into her, hips slapping against her ass. Cordelia whimpers louder and rocks back against Angel. Spike himself is beginning to pant as his climax is getting close, and he lets go of her throat, just gripping her hair and fucking her face hard and fast. Angel watches Spike's muscles flex as he thrusts, feeling his eyeteeth itch with the desire to sink into his flesh.
Thrusting punishingly into Cordy, he twists her clit - hard enough to torment without letting her cum. Cordelia whimpers and moans, tormented between the two vampires, and knowing she can't cum without being punished. Spike groans louder, pumping faster still.

"Can I, Sire?" He moans, looking at Angel.

"Can you what?" Angel asks, falsely obtuse.

"Can I cum now Sire, please?" Spike groans.

Angel sighs gustily, "I suppose so." Spike howls with pleasure as he pushes in hard one last time, holding Cordelia's head as he climaxes, seed shooting directly into her throat.

"My pretty boy." Angel murmurs as he watches Spike's face as he comes. Cordelia moans onto Spike's cock and continues rocking against Angel. She can't help it; she loves the things they do to her. Spike smiles back down at Angel as he finishes, pulling back enough so that Cordelia can breathe again.

"Thank you Sire." Looking at Cordelia. "Be a good pet and clean me off." Cordelia nods slightly as she licks at his cock. Angel smiles back, he can feel his own climax inching closer, his balls starting to throb with need. His cock slips free of Cordy's body with a slick sound as he stands and moves up beside his childe. Spike looks over at Angel's hard cock, and licks his lips hungrily.

Gripping Spike's hair with one hand, he pushes him to his knees in front of Cordelia. His other hand threads itself into her long hair as he pulls both their faces to his groin. "Please me." He grates out, looking down at them. Spike moves more quickly, opening his mouth to start taking in Angel's cock, still slick with Cordelia's juices. Cordelia leans down to start sucking and licking on his heavy balls.

Groaning loudly, Angel lets his head drop back on his neck. Closing his eyes, he breathes heavily though his nose. The scents swirling around the room, however, do nothing to help him control himself and his hands tighten cruelly.

Both of them pleasuring him, they groan and whimper at the tightening, and work harder at their tasks, licking and sucking, Spike pushing down and relaxing his throat to take Angel in all the way.

Rolling his head forward, Angel groans again. His eyes glitter with dark arousal as he growls softly. "See that Cordy. Will here is gonna teach you to do that, to take all of my cock just as hungrily as he does. Make you into a dirty little cocksucker just like him." Cordelia's dark eyes look up at his and she nods, though she still doesn't know how she'll ever take that massive cock all the way down. Spike's eyes just look up at Angel with mock innocence as he sucks and works his throat before starting to bob again.

Eyes closing helplessly, Angel starts to rock his hips. He whispers filthy things as he thrusts. "That's it my little sluts, you want my cum don't you? Hungry for it you are. Wanting it down your throats, in your mouths, all over your pretty little faces."

He's answered by a chorus of moans and whimpers, their attentions to his cock and balls never faltering. "Oh yeah you do." He grins darkly as he can feel stomach muscles fluttering as his orgasm rushes closer. "You want it? You'd better earn it, make me come." Cordelia sucks and licks harder, her hands moving to stroke his thighs as well. Spike presses down and swallows again, his hand sliding onto Angel's hip, stroking into the hollow that was so sensitive.

"Fuck." Angel curses as his balls tighten. "That's it. Good little whores." They moan in response to his praise and keep up their attentions, both of them focused completely on his pleasure.

Throwing his head back, Angel growls as he starts to come hard, cock throbbing as he spurts thick strings of cum into Spike's throat. Spike just holds his place, letting the thick seed slide down his throat, still milking his cock with the muscles of his mouth and throat. Cordelia watches, a little envious of Spike, but she knows she couldn't manage what he's doing right now.

"Fuck yes boy. Take it, drink it down." Angel continues to rock his hips as he rides out his release. Meeting Cordy's eyes he leers. "You know, he'd live on my cum alone if he could." She moans, her mouth still on his balls. She believes it, seeing how greedily Spike is drinking it down.

"Don't worry Cordelia..." Angel purrs, eyes twinkling maliciously. "...You’ll soon be just the same when it comes to my cum...or that of my darling boys." Her eyes widen. Boys? Plural? She wasn't aware Angel had more than one boy. Angel takes in the look in her wide eyes and chuckles. Spike and Cordelia are still held against Angel by his grip in their hair, even though Spike has finished sucking down all of Angel's cum. It doesn't bother Spike. He starts wickedly licking and sucking on Angel's softening cock.

Giving him a warning glare, Angel pulls him away from his now sensitive prick. "Behave William. Or I won't tell you my good news from earlier." Letting both of them go, he strides over to the shopping bags. Pulling out a slick plastic-looking shirt he holds it up with a snarl of annoyance.

Spike looks down with a mock-penitent look. "Sorry Sire."

Snorting, Angel turns to give him a disbelieving look. Cordelia has to giggle at the interplay between the two vamps. Spike lowers onto all fours, his bare ass wiggling provocatively as he crawls over and kisses Angel's foot. "Sorry Sire." His tone is more sincere this time.

"Really?" Angel drawls. "I think you're saying that just because you want me to tell you. Don't you agree Cordelia?"

Cordelia nods. "Oh yes, Master."

"See?" Angel says to Spike. "Already she's learning what you're like."

Spike looks up. "But I am sincere, Sire, really."

"Hmm. Well let's put it this way. If you behave yourself tonight, I'll tell you when we get back." Angel picks up the pair of leather trousers which have Whistler obviously intends to wear with the latex shirt – “Geez, could he have chosen an outfit any more gay-sugar-daddy?” Cordelia can't help but giggle at that, too. Spike carefully suppresses his amusement. Angel grunts at their hilarity and stalks off to the bedroom.

"William, get yourself ready. Cordelia, phone your pet." He bites out over his shoulder. Cordelia gets up to go call Harmony, grabbing her clothes as she moves. Spike, already dressed, just tucks away his cock and holds the chain and the nipple clamps, waiting for Angel to come back.

A long, black, PVC coat comes flying through the door to smack against Spike's back. "Put that on!" He hears bellowed from the bedroom. Spike chuckles as he takes the coat and slips it on over his near nakedness.