Pride and Punishment II

The Adventures of Captain Peroxide and Deadboy

The Angel/Spike Zone of the BtVS Writer's Guild

Title: Pride and Punishment -Part 2

Content: Semi-consensual slash, Dom/Sub, Language.

Description: Angel visits Spike and they do a little more than reminisce, despite Spike's resistance.

Alternate universe: Between `Out of my mind' and `No place like home' (Buffy -season five) and between `Untouched' and `Dear boy' (Angel -Season two). Angel is Spike's sire. He is not as into Darla as he is in the show and vampires are a lot dirtier than Joss makes them out to be. Apart from that…

Disclaimer: The characters belong to Joss the almighty and everyone else with their name all over the show.

Angel made his way across the graveyard, passing through the shadows like he was one of them. He looked around hesitantly, checking more for Buffy than stray vamps. The last thing he wanted was to meet up with her now. He was here for one reason and one reason only.

“Bloody hell!” A slurred British voice yelled out in pain. Angel spun round and headed for the direction it had come from. He found Spike lying on his back in an open grave. He knelt down on the edge and looked down at his childe. Spike tried to focus on him. “Angel? Is that you…or did I just hit my head again?” Spike giggled as he tried to sit up, but that seemed to be too much effort. Angel lowered himself into the grave and picked Spike up with little effort and flung him over the side. “Hey! Watch it.”

“Stop moaning Spike.” Angel muttered as he climbed out.

“Oh, great!” Spike yelled dramatically. “It is you. Gotta love your timing. You really got it down. You really know how to show up when a guy's feeling his lowest.” Angel stood over Spike and cocked his head.

“Are you going to get up or do I have to carry you?” Angel asked resisting the urge to smile.

As much as Spike wanted nothing more than to be carried by his sire, his pride got the better of him. “You bloody well won't!” Spike objected, sitting up quickly. He paused as his head spun.

“What did I tell you about drinking?” Angel asked, pointedly.

“Only the expensive stuff.” Spike laughed, as he stood, with a little help from Angel. “Gerrof! I can look after myself.”

“So I see.” Angel said, looking Spike up and down.

“Hey!” Spike yelled in protest. “I was doing fine `til your little Buffy…”Spike cut himself off, realising he had said too much.

“You're drunk because of Buffy?” Angel asked, frowning.

“No. Why would I get drunk over Buffy? I hate Buffy.” He yelled, staggering away. Angel followed him, keeping a few steps behind, ready to catch the drunk when he collapsed. “She's a pain in the ass.”

“I'm sure she is.” Angel replied.

“Stop talking like that.” Spike yelled. “In fact stop talking. No! Wait, better plan. Go `way.” Spike said, spinning round and walking backwards.

“Uh, Spike…” Angel tried to warn him.

“No. Go back to wherever you are now and take the slayer with you.” Spike told him. “And then you can…” He was cut off short as he tripped over one of the smaller gravestones. “Ow.” Angel walked round the stone and grabbed Spike by the shirt, hauling him off the ground.

“Are you finished?” Angel asked, in a tone Spike remembered well from the old days, strong, calm and threatening. He nodded, out of habit. Angel wrapped Spike's arm round his shoulder and helped him walk. Spike didn't complain.

After being directed by Spike, Angel managed to find his crypt. He opened the door and dragged the half-conscious vampire in. He dropped him in the chair and walked around, examining the place.

“It's not much, but it's better than a bleedin' alley.” Spike said, slightly embarrassed by his Sire's inspection.

“What happened to you, Spike?” Angel asked. “You used to hate this kinda place as much as I did.”

“Yeah well, some of us don't have a choice.” Spike replied, angrily. “I don't have any money and I can't bloody well steal anything.”

Angel nodded, knowing all about Spike's chip problem. Spike caught this and almost exploded. “They told you? That bitch. I swear to God I'm gonna rip her throat out.”

“Yeah, sure you are. Just as soon as you get it out of your head?” Angel smirked.

“Get what out my head?” Spike asked, scared for a second that his sire knew about his new infatuation for the blonde bitch.

“The chip.” Angel said, walking over to Spike.

“Yeah…the chip. Gonna…get it out. Just as soon as I can remember how to walk again.” Spike said, trying to stand up and collapsing again. He looked suspiciously at Angel. “What the hell are you doing here?”

“I came for you.” Angel said softly.

“Oh, well that's just peachy. Stake me. Go on. Stake me while I'm down. What do I care?” Spike cried out, holding his arms out to prove his point.

“I'm not here to kill you, I'm here to talk to you.” Angel corrected.

Spike took a moment to register this, and then brought his hands back to his side. “Don't wanna talk, go `way.” He moaned.

“Spike.” Angel said, not sure exactly how to put it.

“Piss off!” Spike yelled. “If you're not gonna stake me, you can leave.”

“Why would I stake you?” Angel asked, confused by his childe's anger.

“You bloody well staked Penn.” Spike replied. His sire's regretful look was not lost on him. Spike felt himself soften and wanted to talk to him, but instead he kept his mouth shut and waited for an answer.

“It wasn't actually me who did it. But I would have…” Angel looked away. “We're not here to talk about that.”

“Yeah, what are we here to talk about?” Spike asked, only half-interested. The door opened and a tall blonde poked her head round, interrupting anything Angel was about to say.

“Spike?” She asked, looking at him. She walked in and noticed Angel standing there. “Oh…hello.” She grinned.

“What is it Harm? I got company.” Spike hissed.

“No need to be rude, Spikey.” She cooed, standing next to Angel, looking him over. Angel returned the gaze. He tried not to smile at the flirty blonde.

“Angel.” He said, offering his hand. She obviously knew him because her eyes light up with recognition.

“Oh! Angel. I thought I recognised you. You and Buffy were together. Spike never shuts up about you.”

“I bloody well do not!” Spike protested.

“Oh you do too.” Harmony argued, not taking her eyes of Angel. “So, like, Buffy is the slayer and she didn't even know she was dating a vampire?” Spike and Angel raised their eyebrows and stared at her. “What?”

“Piss off, Harm.” Spike said. “I told ya, I'm busy.”

“No need to be like that.” She said, frowning.

“Are you leaving? `Cause I know a very pissed off slayer that's after you.” Spike lied. Harmony, who had convinced herself Buffy was after her, went paler and made a quick exit.

Angel went to speak. “Not a word” Spike warned. Angel shut his mouth again, holding back all the comments he could have made. “Now, you. What'll it take to get you to piss off, huh?”

“Spike, you misunderstand me. I just want to talk.” Angel said, in a deceptively nice voice. Spike looked at him, doubtfully.

“Buffy called me.” Angel said, awkwardly. Spike rolled his eyes when he heard Buffy's name. “You're causing a lot of trouble for someone who can't cause trouble anymore.”

“Bloody typical!” Spike yelled. “After all I've done for them!”

“For a price no doubt.” Angel interrupted. Spike broke their eye contact, indicating that once again, Angel knew him far too well.

“So you came all the way down here to say, `be a good boy'?” Spike scoffed.

“It is my responsibility.” Angel told him. “You are.”

Spike was slightly touched, but Angel's comment also made him severely angry. “I am not your fucking responsibility! I didn't see you for like, a hundred years! Then you try and kill me, then you steal my girlfriend, then you leave again and now all of a sudden, I'm your fucking responsibility? It doesn't work that way, peaches.”

“Don't call me that.” Angel warned. “I'm not the same person…vampire that I was. And I know that I haven't been here…”

“No…that's good. A lack of you in my life is exactly what I need right now, so bugger off.” Spike told him.

“Not gonna happen.” Angel said. Spike glared at him, and then stood up, still swaying slightly.

“Then get on with the fucking lecture and get out of my unlife.” Spike sighed.

“I'm not here to lecture you.” Angel stated.

“Then leave me alone!” Spike groaned. “You're giving me a headache. Ponce.”

Angel frowned, this wasn't going well. He had to think of some way to get through to Spike. “Watch your mouth, boy.” He growled. The words shocked Angel as much as they had Spike. They had just…slipped out. Angel was very tempted to take them back, but it was too late. Besides, they had worked better than he had thought.

Spike stuttered slightly, bowled over by the tone of his voice and the words…words he hadn't heard for so long. Not from Angel. “D…don't start on me. I can still fight back.”

Angel rose to the challenge, the demon inside him enjoying this more than it did feeding. “So fight back.”

Spike stood only a meter away from Angel. Close enough. He pretended to turn away, but came back with a powerful punch that made contact with Angel's cheek. Angel recovered quickly and hit him back, knocking Spike backwards. Angel could have taken Spike on any normal day, but Spike was drunk. He was slower and less accurate. Angel grabbed Spike off the floor and flung him over the room, onto the stone coffin in the centre of the room. Spike crashed into it, half standing, and half bent over the side. He was in a position that he really didn't want to be in, so he tried to turn round, but Angel was on him in a second, pinning his arm behind his back painfully. Spike tried not to cry out, but his arm hurt like hell. He felt sick from fear and far too much alcohol. “Get off!” He yelled, hoping it didn't sound too much like begging.

“Make me.” Angel grinned, enjoying the power play.

Spike tried to buck him off, but Angel was far too strong. “Come on, give a dead man a break. I wasn't doing anything. Go back to LA and do your fucking job.”

“Ah, come on Spike, you know you've been waiting for this. You've been dreaming about this for a long time.”

Spike would have yelled in protest if it hadn't been true. He knew of ways to get Angel off him, avoiding the inevitable sex scene, which had always followed after this sort of confrontation between the two. But deep down, he was hoping his sire would pin him to the coffin and fuck his brains out. “Gerrof!” He yelled angrily.

“Just say the word, boy.” Angel hissed in Spike's ear.

Spike knew exactly what Angel wanted to hear, but he wouldn't get it. Spike wasn't that pathetic…yet. “Fuck you.” Spike replied, using Angelus' favourite come back. Whenever Spike had used it, Angelus had always replied the same way.

“Such an invitation, William.” He grinned. “I just might take you up on it.”

Spike never stopped struggling. Both he and Angel knew he wanted it, and yet Angel never mentioned it. If it made it easier for him, Angel didn't mind. Besides, it turned his demon on, to have a struggling body underneath it. Angel wondered if it was the demon that loved that so much…

“You touch me and I swear I'll kill you.” Spike cried out, his empty threat evoked a small laugh from Angel.

“You can try.” Angel smirked, wrapping his arm round Spike's waist, heading for his zipper.

“Hey! I mean it.” Spike yelled, his mind telling him to get out of the situation, his hard cock telling him otherwise.

“Stop struggling and take it.” Angel ordered, as Spike's pants dropped to the floor.

“Please don't.” Spike begged softly, ashamed to have been reduced to begging so quickly, but part of him wanted Angel to stop, it really did.

“You're not saying the right words, boy.” Angel whispered, teasing his childe, as he positioned his cock in Spike's ass.

Spike let out a soft whimper as he realised, this was going to hurt like hell. He hadn't been with another man since Angel had taken off, long ago.

Angel noted the whimper and knew immediately what his childe worried about. Angel used the tip of his finger to induce some pre-cum and then rubbed it down the shaft of his cock. It wouldn't make much difference but it would help, so he gently pushed himself into Spike.

Spike groaned as he felt his sire enter him. His body responded as if no time had passed between their last time together. He wanted all of Angel inside him now, but didn't ask. Angel always knew exactly what Spike wanted.

And he did. Angel thrust into Spike, stretching Spike's ass more than it had been in a very long time. He grunted as he started to move faster and harder, responding to Spike's enthusiasm.

Spike's arm reached over to the other side of the coffin and grabbed the stone lid. He clenched it so hard, his knuckles turned white.

Angel continued to fuck Spike over the coffin, thrusting with greater speed as his hands clasped pale hips. He tried desperatly not to lose himself in it...not to allow himself to enjoy it to a dangerous point. But nothing could take away the pleasurable feeling he had, fucking his childe after so long apart.

He finally came in Spike and pulled away. Spike collapsed on the floor, narrowly missing hitting his head. Angel stepped back and lent against the wall and looked down as his sobering childe.

Neither spoke and their silence grew awkward. Spike hated awkward, so he decided to do what he did best…complain. “You got what you came for, now bugger off.”

“That's not what I came for.” Angel sighed, wondering himself if that was true.

“So you got a bonus. Now will you please just…”

“You're still hard.” Angel noted.

Spike wished the crypt would swallow him whole. He didn't want to be in this situation. He decided to shrug it off, hoping Angel wouldn't go into it any further. “So what?”

Angel grabbed Spike's hand and helped him up. Spike lent against the coffin for support, once again in terrible position. “Let me.” Angel offered. He kneeled down, breaking every vampire lore there was. He took Spike's cock in his mouth and began to suck.

Spike was both horrified and shocked. Angel, his sire was taking the submissive position and sucking his childe off. Willingly. Angelus had never and would never.

Angel hadn't done this much before. He'd had a female sire who would have never shared her fledgling with the minions. After that, Spike had been the only man around and he was his childe. And sires did not do this for their childer. It just…wasn't done.

Spike tilted his head back, a new kind of pleasure taking over his body. It didn't take long for him to come down Angel's throat.

Angel stood and smiled at Spike. “That was a one off.”

Spike nodded, not knowing what else to do. He could understand his sire coming all this way to make his life even more of a living hell, but to do that? “Why…why did you really come here?”

“Buffy asked you to.” Spike said, angrily.

“No.” Angel frowned. “I never said that.”

“You did too.” Spike argued.

“I said Buffy had complained about you. But she didn't ask me to come. She doesn't know.” Angel told him.

Spike didn't know what to say. He never would have thought Angel would come all the way down here just for him. “Then why are you here?”

“The truth?” Angel said, meekly. Spike nodded. “I was thinking about you.” Angel lowered his gaze, finding that he was the one embarrassed for once. “I couldn't stop thinking about you. You heard about Penn…and I haven't seen Dru in so long. It got me thinking about you…I miss you. I know I'm not Angelus…but…”

“You were right.” Spike admitted, relieving Angel of any further embarrassment.

“I have been thinking about you…” Spike cut off. Both men looked at their feet awkwardly.

“I'm sorry.” Angel muttered.

“No…you were right, I wanted it too.”

“No, I mean about everything. For Dru, for leaving…for everything.” Angel corrected him.

“Oh, I see.” Spike said. “Yeah, well…I'm over Dru now.” Spike said with more conviction now than ever before.

“Oh.” Angel replied. “You know, I never thanked you for looking after her.”

“Well, I was getting something in return if ya know what I mean, mate.” Spike replied.

“She was my responsibility and I failed her, just like I failed you.” Angel said, sadly.

“Dru was nuts. I'm telling ya, she didn't even notice.” Spike grinned.

Angel shook his head in disproval. “I'm glad we did this.”

Spike snorted, knowing what was coming next. “Fine, you buggered me, now you bugger off. Nice to see you. Until next century?”

“Spike, don't be like that.” Angel sighed. “I have to go. If you want me to stay…”

“No, forget it. I don't need you, I don't need anyone.” Spike said, coldly. He walked away, leaving Angel feeling worse than ever.

“I didn't think you'd want me to stay around. You've got a girlfriend and…”

“Harmony? She's not my…she's good in bed, that's all.” Spike said, sorely.

“Spike, if you want me to stay…”

“No, you got better things to do.” Spike said, wondering why he was pushing Angel away when he wanted nothing more than to spend the night with him.

“I want to stay.” Angel protested. Spike looked at Angel, studying his face.

“I do.” Angel smiled.

Spike thought about it. He had way too much pride to agree.

Angel decided to make it easy on him. “And as my childe, you don't have a choice in the matter.” Angel said, making his way to the bed.

Spike hid a smile. “If you think you can just barge in here,” Spike protested as he followed Angel, “as if you own the place, you've got another…” Angel spun round and silenced Spike with a kiss. When Spike pulled away, Angel threw him on the bed. Spike decided not to protest for once, and allowed Angel to straddle him.

“We've got a lot of time to make up for.” Angel muttered. “And we've got all the time in the world.”

“Haven't you got to go back to LA?” Spike asked, hesitantly.

“Of course.” Angel replied. Spike's face fell. “Got to swap my bed for a king size.” Spike grinned as Angel swooped down and stole another kiss.

Spike liked the new Angel, he was everything good about Angelus, but without the extreme punishments. And there was always time to work on that.