Author’s Note: Dedicated to the people, who requested more of this idea. Unfortunately, that was many moons ago. I just don’t write as much fanfiction as I used to <sigh>.
Los Angeles, California August 2, 2004
Swaggering through the streets of LA on a warm summer early morning, Spike made it a point to insult anyone and everyone, who happened to come within earshot of him. He knew no one would dare to challenge him back, because he was now known as the favorite Childe of Angelus, Scourge of LA. It was a blessing and a curse, although even hot pokers skewered through him wouldn’t get him to admit that it was a blessing to anyone.
Reaching the Hyperion, Spike gave the front door a hard shove so it banged into the wall, as he stomped inside. He had so few pleasures nowadays, irritating people was just about the only thing left to him.
“Angel!” he bellowed at the top of his lungs.
“He’s retired for the night.” Illyria stepped out from the first floor office. “You were supposed to be back hours ago.”
“Had a few blokes to see, and a few birds to chat up,” Spike said airily, as he never broke stride just continued toward the staircase. As far as he was concerned, another perk of being Angel’s favorite Childe was that he answered only to Angel, and Illyria, thee Old One be damned.
Taking the stairs two at a time, Spike made sure he thudded and thumped his way to Angel’s room. Standing outside the door, he bellowed Angel’s name again before swinging the door open without any kind of knock. “I’m back!” he shouted. “Do you want to hear my report?”
Covers pulled over his head, Angel closed his eyes tightly, hoping that if he wished hard enough, Spike would disappear.
“Angel?” Spike raised his voice a notch. “Do you hear me, or are you going deaf?”
“Yes, I’m deaf, and I’m also asleep.” Realizing that ignoring Spike would not make him go away, Angel finally gave in and answered. “I’ll hear your report later.”
“I’ve got important news.” Spike smiled smugly. There was no way he would pass up an opportunity to torment the older vampire. “And I saw Buffy in the flesh. Don’t you want to know how she is?”
With a heavy sigh, Angel sat up in defeat. There was no way of putting off dealing with his annoying GrandChilde until later. “Alright.” He folded his arms across a naked chest. “So give me your report.”
Throwing himself in a chair next to Angel’s bed, Spike frowned in surprise. “Thought you’d want to hear all the details about Buffy first.”
“It’s been almost five years since we went our separate ways. As an immortal you should know that time changes everything.”
“Yeah, ri-ght, Mr. Socrates,” Spike scoffed. “Since when did you get all philosophical? And speaking of immortal, you know Buffy and thee Immortal are still a thing.”
A moment of silence passed, while Angel continued to stare grumpily at Spike.
Disappointed that he was getting no reaction from Angel, Spike tried again. “From what Andrew says, their relationship is even hotter and heavier since the world went to war. Looks like Buffy isn’t just a fling for the Immortal Ponce. I guess the centuries-old guy with a dark past who may or may not be evil tops the centuries-old vampire with a dark past who may or may not be evil.”
“Anyway. . . .” He frowned, as again there was no reaction from Angel. “Buffy decided to give you more time to make a decision. They’re going to put LA on hold for now, and instead work on taking back the city of Houston. They need a major city in the south.”
Angel grunted, as he nodded slightly in acknowledgment. He understood the Council’s strategy.
“And you can thank me for the reprieve.” Spike tried a different angle to torment. “I’m sure they decided to give you time because I chose to stay here in LA with you. It’s not only their way of owning up to the fact that it was I who saved the world last year from the First, but I’m sure Buffy’s feelings for me entered into the equation.”
“Fine. Is that all?”
Shifting his position, Spike was now totally baffled. He had been sure he would have gotten a rise out of Angel by now. “But still, you do have to make a decision soon. LA is a very key city.”
Another grunt as Angel settled back down in bed. More time was nice, but it still didn’t change the fact that he had some hard decisions to make.
Not liking that he was dismissed so casually, Spike jumped up, grabbing Angel’s shoulder. “I think you must be going deaf, old man because you didn’t hear anything I said.”
Spike finally got his reaction, as the stress of a near war with Buffy and her Slayer army bubbled over in Angel. Seizing the other man by the throat, he rolled the two of them over. Still holding Spike by the throat, Angel pinned the younger vampire to the bed. “Looking to play with me, boy?” Eyes flashed yellow, as Angel’s demon came forth. “Just name the game.”
**
London, England, 1880
“Exactly what kind of game do you have in mind?” William eyed Angelus with mistrust. The last game they played; he ended up on his back with the other vampire’s cock up his bum. “Cos I’m not going to play a poofter again for you.”
“T’ere are other games till play.”
“Like wot? Me shagging you?” William asked, voice turning from distrustful to hopeful. Ever since their little encounter, he had had fantasies of fucking the notorious Angelus.
“Perhaps. Take off yer trousers and I’ll show ye.”
William hesitated, still suspicious of what the older vampire had in mind, but the possibility of being able to experience the feel of having his cock up another man’s ass, especially the ass of Angelus was too good to pass up. “Alright, but take yours off too.”
“Not a problem, lad.” Angelus smiled ever so slightly, as he began unbuttoning his trousers.
Very slowly William complied, his eyes watchful and wary. He kept his guard up because he knew that despite Angelus’ size, the man moved like a rattlesnake, swift and sure. And he wasn’t wrong, because as soon as Angelus had divested himself of his clothing, he moved, but it was nothing like William expected, as Angelus fell to his knees in front of him.
Since becoming a vampire and companion to Drusilla, William had experienced many varied pleasures of the flesh. Pleasures he had never dreamed of in his mortal life, so oral sex was not new to him. But he fast learned that oral sex with Angelus was quite different than what he received from Dru.
Dru was all tiny kisses, and licks, but Angelus was one to devour. Being literally swallowed whole, Spike’s head swarm, and his legs began to tremble. His entire body became one giant nerve of throbbing desire, and so there was no protest when he was pushed back onto the bed.
Panting, he arched his back and covered his eyes. The pleasure was almost too much to bear, so he hardly knew whether to push himself further in or pull out. So caught up, he hardly noticed the finger poking inside him, then a second, but when they brushed up against his prostate, he couldn’t help but scream, all control lost, as his orgasm overtook him.
Body now a boneless mass of wet straw, he made no protest, as Angelus, who had totally sucked him dry, raised and spread his legs.
“Did ye like me new game, boyo?”
William closed his eyes, unable to answer, while Angelus lined himself up. One hard thrust and he was in to the hilt. Another small smile, as he began a steady rhythm of in and out. He always got his way.
**
Los Angeles, California, August 2, 2004
“Get off me, you poof!” Anger and something akin to panic gave Spike the strength to throw Angel off of him. Panting with exertion, a habit from his mortal days, Spike jumped from the bed. “I hate you!” he exclaimed. Having a naked Angel on top of him had stirred up so many memories and emotions that he yelled the first thing that came to mind.
“So why do you stay?” Angel asked gently, as his demon retreated. “Leave LA, and join the Slayer in her fight against Wolfram & Hart.”
“I-,” Spike sputtered, as Angel’s transformation from his demon to his human (and a almost caring human) self, caught him off-guard. He paused a moment to collect his thoughts. “Bloody hell,” he finally exclaimed as he dropped back down on the bed.
Moments passed as the two vampires silently contemplated.
“You’re right, you know.” Spike finally broke the silence. “I’ll just be their vampire pit bull. Call for me when they need me, and then it’s: go sit in the corner at Xander’s house, Spike, but make sure you don’t shower until Xander’s done, Spike, and I’ll throw you a bone when I feel like it, Spike. Bloody Buffy, and her bloody Scooby gang.”
“But you saved the world for them.” Angel leaned up against the bed’s headboard. “Don’t you think you’d be treated better now?”
“No matter what we say or do; we’ll never be one of them,” Spike said thoughtfully. “Nor will they ever really trust us completely.”
“A wise decision on their part,” Angel added. “Now. . . .” He looked sideways at Spike. “Take your clothes off.”
“Sod off, Angel. If you think that I’m taking my clothes off for you ever again!”
“If you’re going to sleep in my bed, on my clean sheets, then you’re going to at least take off your boots. . . .”Angel glared contemptuously at Spike’s dirt encrusted Doc Martens. “And coat.” Settling down into the bed, he turned away from Spike. “Now shut-up and go to sleep.”
Spike sat and stared at Angel’s back, and when the rays of daybreak peeked around the edges of the window’s heavy drapes, he removed his boots and coat and lay down to sleep. Hours later he would remember waking up and having the comforting feeling of the solid body of Angel next to him.
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