The Adventures of Captain Peroxide and Deadboy
The Angel/Spike Zone of the BtVS Writer's Guild
Title: Guide to obeying your sire
Author: Angel Jade
Rating: NC-17
Content: Slash, language, violence, BDSM.
Spoilers: Season one/four
Pairings: Angel/Spike
Description: Angel reminds Spike of the good old days.
Setting: Some after 'In the dark'
Feedback: [email protected]
Distribution: Ask first please.
Disclaimer: If I owned the show, the Hyperion basement would have had it's fair share of...um, kinky scenes.
Dedication: Everyone who asked...hope you like.
"Soddin' hell Angel, I swear you've gone too far this time." Spike
yelled indignantly. "What happened to the whole soul crap you got
goin' on?"
"Spike...you though I'd let you get away with it? You really thought
I'd just let you get away with chaining me up and having me
tortured?"
Spike smirked. "Gotta admit though, it was fun."
Angel smirked back. "And now I get to return the favour."
Spike's smile faltered. "Hey, soul boy. No torture, remember?"
"Oh but Spike, I want you to experience all the fun you bestowed
upon me." Angel whined.
Spike thrashed angrily at the chains. "Bloody pouf! Always with the
chains. You got issues, mate. You chain the slayer up when you
shagged her?"
Angel just smiled, not letting Spike's words get to him. It was hard to
be affected by a guy chained to a wall.
"This is fucking ridiculous. Let me go!" Spike growled.
"On one condition." Angel smiled. "You be a good boy and do as
you're told and I might consider letting you go."
"I ain't doing anything you bleeding say, peaches." Spike scoffed.
"Then I guess you can stay chained to the wall until you change your
mind." Angel laughed.
"What do you want me to do? Suck you off, 'cause you can pay
people for that." Spike taunted.
Angel rolled his eyes. "Now what makes you think I want that,
Spikey?"
Spike scowled. "Don't you fucking call me that, ponce."
"Are you going to do as your told or do I need to make a permanent
resident of you?" Angel asked.
"Depends what you want me to do, don't it?" Spike replied.
"I want you to leave."
"You what?"
"Leave. Go. Don't come back. Leave Sunnydale, stay away from
LA...in fact, keep clear of California...you got it?" Angel asked.
"That's it?" Spike asked, dejectedly.
"That's it."
"What, no shaggin'?" He asked, slightly miffed.
"You're confusing me with another tall, dark and handsome
vampire." Angel replied.
"Well, if you ain't even gonna shag me senseless, I'm gonna go."
Spike said, flatly.
"Get out of California because if I ever see you again...I'll stake
you." Angel threatened.
"Why'd you do all this then, if ya only wanted to tell me to piss off?"
Spike asked, curiously as Angel undid the chains.
"To scare you. You know full well what I could do if you provoked
me." Angel tapped Spike on the head as the last chain fell to the
floor.
Spike was tempted to tackle Angel...for revenge of course...not at all
to provoke him into keeping his promise.
"But I did some great...or not so great in your position...things to
you when I had you chained up. You aren't even gonna get your
payback?" Spike asked.
"Anyone would think you wanted me to." Angel laughed.
"Yeah, dream on, ya big pouf." Spike sneered. He went to leave, but
paused at the door. "How come ya ain't staked me before? I pissed
you off enough times."
Angel didn't answer at first. "I'm not Angelus...but I am your Sire,
Spike. It means something...even to me."
Spike frowned and walked out; confused at Angel's words and
wishing he'd gone with the original plan of tackling Angel. Having
Angel torture and fuck him would have been much better than
hearing him say that. Now he'd have bad thoughts all day. "Soddin'
pouf." Spike muttered, as he walked out of hotel Angel was staying
at in LA. "Great. And he couldn't have done this in Sunnydale!"
*****
Spike POV
*****
I've been back in Sunnydale a few days and I've thought none stop
about bloody Angel. Despite great effort, the ponce won't leave me
alone. All I can think about is him screwing up my life once again.
'Snot like he didn't do a good enough job all those years ago, now he
wants to turn me back into the snivelling fledgling who begged for
more and always got it.
No chance. I'll show him who's a master vampire.
And so I'm off to LA again. I'm gonna make sure he gets the
message this time. Thought hot pokers through the gut had been
enough.
Guess I was wrong.
*****
I wait until his little human friends leave...can't have them messing up
my plans.
As soon as he's alone, I walk in, a crowbar tucked into the back of
my pants.
"Back for more?" He asks, without even turning round, as if he's
been expecting me.
"Well, you know me. Love to reminisce." I say sarcastically.
He walks over as if I pose no threat, eyebrows raised in silent
mocking. I let him get close, waiting for the right moment. He stands
right before me. Now would be a good time to hit him...anytime
now...
Before I can go for my crowbar, his hands reach round my waist,
almost affectionately and he pulls out the crowbar, an amused look
on his face. "You know, I never thanked you for hitting me over the
head with a crowbar either...but that's why you're here isn't it?"
No, I'm here to pay you back...
He pushes the crowbar under my chin and raises my face slightly so
I have to look him in the eyes.
I can't believe I'm not moving. I just can't bring myself to
move...what the hell's wrong with me?
"Answer me boy." He says and I feel my stomach tighten. I hate it
when he calls me that. So hit him! Hit the bastard. Show him you're
no boy anymore.
Shit.
His eyes demand an answer and like a good little fledgling, I reply.
"No."
He smiles. "You're here to attack me then?"
"Yeah, that's right." I say, feeling kind stupid when I'm unable to
even raise my fist to him.
"Ah...then I guess I should warn you I had a spell cast." He says.
"No violence from unsouled creatures in here."
What? No way...no fucking way. I've walked into a sodding trap.
"Bastard." I hiss.
He taps me over the head with the crowbar. Don't hurt, but it pisses
me off.
"Guess I'll be leaving then. Until next time." I say, turning away.
He grabs the collar of my duster and drags me back.
"Oi! Lemme go." I complain.
"I knew you'd be back." He says. "You can't let it go, can you?"
"You chained me up you wanker." I reply angrily.
"And what did you do to me?"
He has a point...
"Look, I ain't apologising and there's no way I fancy playing a little
'payback on Spike' game tonight, okay?" I say. "Only came to get
my pride back...seeing as you're not planning on giving it me, I'll just
leave."
"Ah, ah, Spike. I know why you really came and I intend on having
my fun." Angel smirks as he drags me back over to his basement.
"Fucking bastard, get off me!" I cry out, struggling, but still unable
to attempt to hurt him.
He pushes me down the stairs and I go flying. Fucking hurts as well.
Think my mouth is bleeding. I try and get up but he's on me before I
can, dragging me over to the wall.
I don't want this...this isn't why I came back!
But you're not complaining are you?
'Course I am! I don't wanna be chained to a wall and fucked by my
sire...I'm Spike. Big bad. Master vampire.
William.
Shut it.
William.
Don't call me that!
"William."
That was Angel's voice. I look at him angrily. "Don't call me that."
"I'll call you what I like, boy." He smirks. "You're chained to my
wall...you're my property...and you can't fight back...I'd say you have
no choice in the matter."
"Yeah, you wait 'til Buffy hears about this!" I warn him, realising
while my head was arguing with itself, he'd chained me up.
"And what if I keep you here?" He asks.
"What 'bout your pet humans? Can't have them seeing what a kinky
sadistic fuck you are." I tell him.
Angel laughs. "I have so many rooms, Spike. I'm sure I could put
you in one of them. Keep you away from them."
"You wouldn't. Are you sure you came back from hell alright? Your
soul ain't very...soully." I say.
"Maybe I was just waiting for the right moment to bring out
my...vampire side." He says.
"What you gonna do?" I ask, trying to keep my cocky front up, but
feeling it slip. How can I be so nervous and excited by this?
Feel like I did when I first got turned.
"That, boy...is up to you." He says.
"Lemme guess. If I'm good, I get to come, right? You never tire of
that one, do ya Angelus?" I mock.
"No. It's so much fun to hear you beg." Angel smirks, grabbing a
handful of my groin through my pants.
I hiss and feel myself harden. Shit. Didn't even last five minutes.
*****
Angel POV
*****
I'm not completely crazy. He is enjoying this. He won't admit to it,
but this is why he came back. He's looking for his sire. A sire I can
never but, but I can imitate.
And truth be told, I'm enjoying this too. After all, I have the demon
too. The demon inside that demands I treat him as a childe.
And I guess the soul in me loves this too. Loves to have him here. As
annoying as he can be, he reminds me of a time when everything was
simple and I had a family. A twisted, dead, murderous family...but a
family nevertheless.
"Do you want to come, boy?" I ask, slipping a little too easily back
into Angelus' persona.
He hesitates, knows he could end up missing out of he's stubborn,
but really doesn't want to say it. "Yeah."
I smirk. "Then say it."
He gives a loud dramatic sigh. "Fine! Please sire, will you fuck me
until I come?" His begging has deteriorated since our last lessons.
But I'm happy he didn't tell me to fuck off.
I yank his trousers down and cock my head. "Are you still claiming
you're not enjoying this?"
Spike glares at me but doesn't say a word.
"If I unchain you, will you offer yourself to me?" I ask him, running
my finger over his cock, gently.
He struggles not to moan. "Yes...oh God, yes."
"Thought you might say that." I unchain him and he turns round
before I can ask him to. Must want this as much as I do.
Have the sudden urge for him to enjoy this. I want him to keep
coming back for more, so I cut my wrist and use the blood for a
lube. The smell turns him on even more.
I use a finger to gently apply the blood to his ass, pushing inside him
slowly.
"Please Angel...need you inside me." He begs.
I'd laugh at the patheticness of it all, but I want to be inside him just
as much. Guess we'll both be pathetic together.
I push my cock into him and we both groan together. I'd forgotten
how good this could be.
"Mmm...harder." He says quietly.
I increase the rhythm, pounding into his ass, making him cry out
with pleasure.
I get caught up in the act and realise he's enjoying this a little too
much. Smiling at a memory of long ago, I bury my fangs into his
neck, draining him just a little...mixing the pain with the pleasure.
It all proves too much for Spike and he comes as I continue to fuck
him into the wall.
*****
After Angel came in Spike, he leant against the wall beside his childe.
Spike looked at him. "Thanks."
Angel frowned. "What for?"
"Giving me what I came for."
"And what was that?" Angel asked, a wry smile on his face.
"Angelus."
"Miss your old sire, huh?"
"Sometimes."
"I didn't go too far?"
"Not far enough mate. Not far enough." Spike smiled.
"Guess we'll have to work on that next time." Angels said.
"Guess we will." Spike moved himself off the wall and walked up
the stairs.
"Didn't give you permission to move, boy!" Angel shouted jokingly
after him.
Spike didn't look back, just gave him the finger and disappeared.
The End