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"What are you doing here?"

"Ay, give me a break. Can I come in?"

Angel regarded his childe wearily. Finally, he moved to the side. Spike pushed past him, stumbling slightly. Surpised, Angel reached for him. At the contact of their skin, they both pulled back as though burned.

"What happened?" Angel asked softly, seeing the blood on Spike's back.

"A few nasties got nervy." Spike said, cringing slightly. "Didn't have anywhere else to go. Red's gone for the weekend. The slayer wouldn't help."

"Willow's gone?" Angel said, having not heard that news.

"Yeah, she and that bloke of hers took off for a getaway. Left me alone, they did."

"Poor Spikey" Angel said, smiling at the hurt look on his childe's face. Angel had come back to Sunnydale the previous summer, growing tired of LA. Cordelia had gotten a part on a soap opera that filmed in New York, so there had been nothing keeping him there. He'd been surprised to arrive and find Spike deep in the Scooby Gang, as Willow called them. "His name is Graham."

"I bloody well know that. He took her from me." Spike whined.

Angel laughed, "She was never yours to take. Besides, I thought you liked him?"

"I do. Just don't tell anyone, ok? He's good for Red, makes her smile. That means he's fine by me. Now, can we see about fixing this?"

Angel cursed himself. He'd forgotten about the wound. Spike stripped his shirt off and Angel froze. He'd forgotten just how his childe affected him. He felt himself harden at the smell of blood and sight of his childe.

Spike scowled at the wound, knowing it would be fine by morning. He hadn't come for that. He'd come because, with Red and Graham gone, his only friends, he had been lonely. He glanced up and saw Angel watching him with lust in his dark eyes. His own eyes widened at the surprise of that knowledge.

"Spike" Angel said hoarsely, his eyes roaming Spike's half nude form.

"Sire" Spike said, giving his permission.

Angel's mouth met his roughly. It had been too long. Too long as enemies. Their tongues clashed as Angel rubbed against him. He felt a hand on his cock and groaned as he hardened immediately. He ripped Angel's shirt off, needing to feel skin. Their bodies met, ice against ice. He felt himself being pushed to the couch as Angel's hands pulled at his zipper. He felt cold lips on his cock and whimpered.

Angel licked at the liquid slowly coming from the head of Spike's cock. It had been too long. He had missed this. Missed Spike. He took his childe fully into his mouth, his tongue sweeping the cold flesh. His hand caressed the younger vampire's balls as he began to suck in earnest. He rubbed his own erection against the couch as he sucked.

Spike felt teeth scrape against him and yelped. His hands clenched into the couch cushions as he came with force, his cum spilling into his sire's mouth. He looked at Angel, passion in his eyes. He sat up, pulling the pants off in the process. "I need to taste you."

Angel unzipped his zipper, closing his eyes as he felt his childe begin to suck him. Spike remembered the way he liked it. He felt a finger tease his ass and he cried out as it slipped inside. Too much. His hands wrapped themselves in Spike's hair as he began to thrust faster. Spike opened his mouth wider, taking his entire length. Groaning, he felt himself tense as his cold white seed filled the younger man's throat. Shakily, Angel looked at his enemy....his lover.

"Stay" he said softly, almost asking a question.

Spike smiled, licking the drops of cum from his mouth, "You might be able to twist my arm...."

Spike mumbled in his sleep as memories invaded his dreams......

**********

William stared at the dark wood of the bar, his mind a fog of alcohol and smoke. He glanced up, feeling someone watching him. He ignored it, hoping whoever it was would go away. He took a healthy drink of his ale before calling for more.

He had been back home from the war for a week. Home. What a joke. This wasn't home anymore. Just as he wasn't the same man. He had killed people...taken life away from others. He had enjoyed it. That scared him more than anything. He had taken pride in the name the soldiers had given him, William the Bloody. He had lost track of the men that had died at his hands. Lost track of their faces. Then, after he had changed, the war had ended. They had won. He had been sent back and told to get on with his life. He no longer fit in with these people. He had seen too much....done too much....

Get on with his life? How could he do that when all he wanted to at that very moment was to watch the loud obnoxious man beside him bleed? Before the war, he had been a scholar. He had attended the university and was following in his father's footsteps. He was going to be a banker. A nice, quiet man. That's how he would have been described. He had no female companion, having devoted most of his time to studies. He had several females he visited when that urge had come forward. He had been called though when war had broken off on the continent.

He had changed. Away from the influence of all that was civil and right. He was a killer now. He enjoyed it. Even now the thought of taking someone's life could do such things to him. His cock hardened against the material of his breeches. Again, he felt the eyes on him. Finally, giving in, he looked around. Freezing when his blue eyes collided with dark brown.

Angelus smiled. The boy was looking at him. No more than 25, the lad was striking. He also had an aura around him. An aura of death that was intrigueing, to say the least. Couple that with a beautiful face and piercing blue eyes, and you had a work of art. Angelus wanted him. He had come to this bar the last week and watched. The lad was ripe for the picking.

Angelus watch him stand, a bit wobbly. Too much wine. It would be to his advantage this evening that the lad had had the fifth mug. Make it easier to take him. He watched the boy move to the door, his blue eyes glancing at him once before he left. Angelus stood and followed. He wasn't letting this one go. Ever.

**********

Spike was still dreaming....he moved against his sire, his hands clenching the sheets as he remembered......

Angelus followed the man down the block. There was something about him that touched a part of him that he thought had died. Angelus had already decided that this man would be his first childe. A true companion and lover.

William knew someone was following him. He'd felt the presence since he had left the pub. It had to be the dark eyed man. The one thad had been watching him all week. There was something about that man that bothered William, but he couldn't quite decide what. He felt vulnerable when those dark eyes ran over him. He didn't like feeling weak.

He began to walk more quickly. He was almost at his lodging. The man had not followed him before, content to just sit in the shadows and watch. He felt a rush of fear go through him as he turned the corner. Something was mixed with the fear that he didn't want to think about. It was anticipation. He saw his boarding house in the distance and gave a relieved sigh. He was almost home.

Angelus reached him, moving quickly. He pushed him against the wall of the fence, his eyes burning yellow. The man didn't scream, just looked at him calmly through those marvelous blue eyes. It was time to claim what was his.

"Let me go" he said, his voice cold and rough as he pushed against Angelus.

"Never" Angelus said, smiling as he bit deep into the boy's neck. The taste of the blood made him hard. He felt the boy struggle, trying uselessly to get free. Angelus slit his wrist, offering the boy his blood. He felt a tentative lick then soon heavy sucking. The boy held his arm tightly as he drank. When he had his fill, Angelus pulled away. The boy closed his eyes as sleep overtook him. Brushing brown hair from the lad's handsome face, he smiled, "Mine."

**********

William woke up slowly. His head was pounding. He felt different. He opened his eyes, looking at the world from a different perspective. He felt hunger shoot through him as he sat there. He bent over, holding his stomach.

Instantly, he remembered it all. The man that had followed him. The bite. The blood. The sense of power he felt coursing through his veins. The lust for blood that overwhelmed him.

"What's your name, boy?" a voice spoke from the shadows.

William bristled. He felt fear replaced by need. This was the man that had made him into this. "What am I?"

Angelus moved quickly, slapping the boy hard across the face, "Your name."

"William"

Angelus smiled as he pulled is childe up, holding him under the neck. "William. My sweet William. I am Angelus. Your master. Your sire. You do as I say. If I ask you a question again, you answer me immediately."

Defiance filled blue eyes. "What am I?"

"A vampire, my boy. One of the undead. Forever beautiful. More than that though. You are my childe."

"Vampires aren't real" William said, knowing the man was insane.

Angelus slipped into his face, ridges appearing on his forhead. "Never doubt me again, William. You will be punished for your words."

William jerked away. "You can't touch me, you bleeding arse."

Angelus smiled as he removed his shirt. "Never tell me what to do William. You are mine, body and soul. Best to remember that. But, run if you like. The chase is half the fun."

William saw the handsome man removing his breeches and bolted. He wasn't into that. There was no way he'd let the man, sire or not, take him that way.

Angelus ran after his childe, enjoying the hunt. He loved it when they fought him. Made it that much more fun to break them. He caught William downstairs, sending him sliding across the floor. His hand wrapped itself in the brown hair. "Open wide. No biting or you'll experience more pain than you thought possible."

William felt the man's cock shoved into his mouth. He did nothing, just kept his mouth open. He had no idea what he was suppose to do. Angelus didn't seem to mind. He thrust deep, hitting the back of William's throat. William wanted nothing more than to simply be allowed to die. There was no way he could show his face after this humiliation. Another man was forcing himself on him.

Angelus pulled free, his hands caressing William's face. "Strip. Now."

Shakily, William stood. He glanced at Angelus defiantly, "No."

Angelus smiled, a wicked gleam in his eyes. He hit once, knocking the boy back to the floor. He held him in place on his knees as he ripped the brown breeches from his writhing form. Seeing the pale ass as it was bared made his cock throb even more.

"You are mine, William. Learn that now. I own your body. When I want you, you ask what way. If I tell you to bend over, you bend over. I can make this enjoyable for you, or I can't. It is entirely up to you."

Angelus rubbed his cock against the small hole, covering it with the saliva and precum. William was still struggling to break free. Yes, this boy was going to be a wonderful childe. So spirited. So sexy. He thrust into the dry hole fully. William's head snapped back from the force of the plunge. He screamed out as he felt himself tearing open.

Angelus was not gentle. He wanted his release. He had intended to do this nicely, but William had fought him. He continued to whisper to his childe, letting him know all the things that would be expected of him...all the things that would be done to him. Soon, the tightness of the man's ass was too much. Angelus felt himself ready to cum. He pulled free, smiling at the blood that was covering his cock.

William felt himself pulled up, still on his knees. He looked up and saw Angelus smirking at him. "Suck it"

He looked at the cock and flinched. He could smell the blood...knew that it was his own. Angelus pushed his head back, "I won't tell you again."

William opened his mouth, gagging at the taste of the cock that began to rapidly move inside it. He felt Angelus stiffen, then he tasted the other man's cold seed as it spilled down his throat. The blood reminded him of his hunger. He began to lick at it, trying to get every drop that he could. He felt Angelus' hand on his head, patting him as he continued to lick.

"Good boy" Angelus said, feeling himself hardening again.

**********

Spike woke up, the dreams leaving him. He ran a hand through his short blonde hair, looking around to make sure he wasn't still William. The memories had been so fresh. All of his time with Angelus was like that. He could remember the silliest details. He hated it. Made him feel weak. He wasn't suppose to love his sire.

He stood and got up from the bed, careful not wake Angel. He went to the window, the moonlight beaming down on him. They were both so tired that they had slept past dusk. He closed his eyes and leaned his forehead against the window. What was he doing? He couldn't just fall back into the same familiar trap. He had done that so often in the past.

He felt hands touch his back and started. He moved his head, knowing that his sire stood behind him. He couldn't give in. Not again. Not this time. He was no longer Angelus' toy. He couldn't lose him again.

Angel saw the way that Spike was holding himself. He wished that he could read his childe's mind....that he knew what to say to make things all right. He had enjoyed their night together. He had always loved Spike, since the very beginning. He just wanted that closeness back.

He brushed his lips against the nape of Spike's neck. He heard a soft groan and knew that his childe was still affected by him. He moved his hands around Spike's waist, letting them venture down to grasp his hard cock. He wasn't Angelus anymore. This was no longer about control. Spike needed to understand that. Angel began to stroke Spike, his mouth nipping the pale blonde's back as his hands moved quickly.

Spike tried to fight it, but it was impossible. All his sire had to do was touch him and he was puddy in his hands. He began to move forward slightly, meeting Angel's hand. He closed his eyes, concentrating on the moment. Too soon, he heard himself grunt as his seed spilled onto his sire's hand. He readied himself, knowing what always came next.

Surprised, he looked back at Angel as his sire just smiled softly at him. He watched as the vampire licked his hand clean, his eyes fluttering at the taste of him. "Come back to bed, Spike" Angel said, knowing what the younger vampire expected.

"You don't want me?" Spike said, not realizing the hurt that was in his eyes.

"I can wait. Come to bed. You're tired. You didn't sleep very well."

Spike looked at his sire in suspicion. He didn't understand what was happening. The rules were being changed on him. "Memories" he said softly, moving back to the bed.

Angel grimaced, "Nightmares more likely."

"Not that bad" Spike said, laying down. He was shocked when Angel lay beside him, the taller man's arm going around him.

"Sleep, lover" Angel said softly.

Spike lay there, confused. He hated this. Angelus was just messing with him...changing it all. He thought until he finally drifted off to sleep.

**********

Spike smiled slightly when Angel entered the room. It had been a month since their first night back in each other's arms and bed. A month of doubts and fears. He had finally brough the subject up to Willow, his best friend. She had pretty much called him a coward and told him to go for it. Thinking about her, he wondered how he was lucky enough to get such a good friend. Of course, she had threatened to stake his ass if he didn't try to be happy.

"What's up?" Angel asked, seeing the smile on Spike's face.

"Me?" Spike said, grinning mischieviously.

Angel groaned, "That was bad. Even for you, that was bad."

"What can I say? My sire is a bad influence."

"Blaming me still?" Angel said, humor in his voice but seriousness in his eyes.

"No" Spike said, love in his eyes. "Got a favor though."

"Anything" Angel said.

"Fuck me?" Spike asked, seeing the look of surprise in his sire's eyes.

"Spike" Angel began....

"Don't make me beg" Spike said, his tone harsh.

Angel knew then that all had been forgiven. The past was the past. Smiling, he went towards Spike. His mouth met his childe's eagerly. Spike moved in closer to him, feeling as though a weight had lifted from his shoulders. He felt a hand on his cock and groaned. He began to move into his sire's hand, his teeth biting Angel's lips. He went to his knees, his hands unbuttoning Angel's pants. When he saw his sire's cock stand out, he smiled. All for him.

He took Angel in his mouth, lapping at the droplets of precum. He felt a hand in his hair as he was pushed forward. He took all of Angel into his throat, his hand cupping the older vampire's balls as he began to slide his mouth over his cock. Too soon, he felt his sire's seed spill into his mouth.

Spike felt himself being pushed to the floor. Looking up, he was surprised to see Angel take his cock in his cold mouth. He arched up, his cock throbbing from the contact. Angel moved his mouth rapidly, knowing how fast Spike liked it. He slid a finger into his childe's ass, sinking it deep. Spike thrust up, closing his eyes at the sensation. He felt himself thrust deeper, his seed coming out in ribbons. Angel finished taking each drop, even licking a few stray strands from the floor.

"Love you" Spike said, closing his eyes.

"Always been you" Angel said, taking in the sight of his childe. "Always you, my love."

Spike smiled slowly, "Don't think I can move."

Angel laid on the floor beside him. Smiling he said, 'Then don't."

"Yes, Daddy" Spike replied, laughing softly.

Angel looked at his lover and smiled brighter. Things were going to be good from now on. He had Spike back where he belonged.



THE END