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::Spike?:: Angel's voice was tentative as he awoke from a deep sleep and a pounding headache. The migraine was gone now. But the day was coming back to him in a rush. A lousy, painful rush. Made even more lousy because he had yelled at Spike. And now he felt guilty about it. Which normally would go pretty well went without saying. But, there was an eternity for brooding.

Later. Right now he had some making up to do.

::Spike? Where are you?:: he called a bit louder, grateful for an actual forehead, instead of the sensation of an icepick which had been there just hours before. The clock by his bed chimed eight. ::Damn::, he muttered, swinging long legs out of the bed.

::You bellowed, Sire?:: came the sarcastic reply, complete with wry half grin and folded arms. Angel winced. Spike was pissed. He was leaning against the doorframe eyeing Angel warily. A blond wolf; skulking, stalking its prey before the kill.

Damn!

::Im sorry,:: Angel said, meekly, looking over at his annoyed lover from beneath long, dark lashes. ::I was an ass. I apologize::.

Spike snorted dismissively. ::Thats it?::

Angel blinked several times, thrust out his lower lip, and hoped fervently that the whole sad little boy routine was working....at least somewhat...

::Im really sorry?:: An exagerrated pout for emphasis. The dark vampire crossed the room to gather the blond one in his arms, but was thwarted by a strong backward shove.

Angel growled low in his chest, an instinctive warning sound. Spike glared back at him, cocking the one scarred brow in his direction. ::That supposed to be impressive?::

::Spike, what do you want me to say? I was a jerk. If I could take it back, I would. My head hurt and I took it out on you, and Im sorry. What else do you want me to say?:: he repeated, trying to squelch the annoyance he felt. After all, he HAD been unnecessarily cruel to his Childe. He deserved to be taken to task. But they had only a limited time together on Spikes journeys from Sunnydale to LA, and he didnt particularly feel like wasting the rest of this one on the recieving end of Spikes ire.

::You want me to beg for forgiveness? Is that it?:: Angel supposed he was willing to do that if it ended with one of their glorious trips to bed. Spike had long accused his Sire of being *easy*. Willing to do pretty much anything if it ended in a good blow ---

::No::, the lond paused, grinned wickedly at him. ::The whole make em beg routine is more your style, Angelus. I got no designs on hearing you beg. I want something completely different from you....:: he trailed off, and glanced toward the living room.

Angel groaned. ::Spike, what are you about?::

The smaller vampire brightened visibly. ::Poor brood boy. You know you feel all kinds of guilty for yelling at me eariler. So its payback time, yea? Good for that soul of yours. Come on...:: and with that, he grabbed the dark mans hand and led him into the main room of the apartment.

Angels eyes widened as he surveyed the scene. ::Oh shit.,..:: he muttered.

Spike had fastened chains to the pipes in the ceiling, and there was a large video camera set up facing them. Scattered throughout the normally darkened space were several high quality photography lights. The glare was blinding enough to make Angel back away.

Spike chuckled. An evil little sound, Angel thought. He sighed.

::Dont worry, you wont fry,:: the black clad one taunted as Angel put several paces between himself and the floodlights. ::Not quite as strong as sunlight. Kinda warm on the skin though. So youll have to take your clothes off. Course, you were gonna have to do that anyway....::

::You wanna fuck me on video?:: Angel asked, trying unsuccessfully to hide his growing arousal at the idea. After all, this was supposed to be punishment. If Spike thought he was going to like it, the twisted blond creature might be forced to come up with something less appealing. And if anyone could plot horrifying retribution for him, it was his Childe.

::Close, but no Kewpie, ::Spike deadpanned, fondling the dangling metal cuffs.

Angel blinked again. ::You wanna chain me up while you do it? Ok, I guess...::Usually Angel was on the giving end of that little game, but hey, whatever was going to work....Besides, he trusted Spike not to hurt him. Too much.

Spikes grin rivaled the high tech lighting for wattage. ::Theres a good pouff. Now step out of your clothes, whilst I set up the equipment.::

Spike made short work of turning on the camera, and setting the angle. Angel stripped out of his sweats and boxers, and stood completely naked in front of the smaller man, throwing in another pout for good measure. Penitence was good. And truth be told it was making Angel a little nervous that Spike hadnt taken off his clothes yet....even as he chained one of Angels arms to the ceiling.....

The small vampire stepped away, and held both thumbs and forefingers in the air in the shape of a square, with the dark haired man in its center. ::Oh yes,:: he drawled, that dirty smirk covering his handsome face again, making Angels knees just a bit weak despite himself. ::Thats lovely, pet. Just lovely. Dont move a muscle...yet...::

The black clad vampire stepped back to the video equipment, and Angels puzzled gaze followed him. Spike had only tied one arm. He tugged at the restraints and muttered a few swear words under his breath. Enchanted. The ones he reserved for Angelus.

Vampire proof.

Spike laughed aloud, putting finishing touches on the camera set-up. ::Not takin any chances with you, luv. Ok. You can move now...::

Angel stared at his lover. ::Uhm...move what Spike? Youre all the way over there..::

Spikes blue gaze met the confused chocolate brown. ::Very observent, Peaches. I dont fancy makin a video. This ones a solo act.::

Angels eyes widened and the growl was completely voiltional this time. ::WHAT?:: he maaged, after an embarassingly futile attempt to tug at the restraints which kept him bound to the pipe. Naked, chained and helpless in front of a very pissed off - and now very amused - Spike.

::A solo act, :: Spike repeated slowly, as if speaking to a very small or very daft child. ::You know how to do it to yourself, dont you? Oh, course you do. I mean in all those years of celibacy you musta learned *something.*:: The younger vampire was positively beaming now.

Angel hung his head and muttered a few additional curses. ::When I get out of here, Childe, Im going to ---, ::

Spike cut him off with a laugh. ::Yea, yea. Youre the meanest soddin vamp in the valley and all that rot. Cept I got your ass chained to the wall, and youre not *gonna* get out til I *let* you out, and Im not *lettin* you out til you toss off for me and make me a nice bedtime video.::

::For Chrissake, Will, dont they have adult video stores in Sunnydale?::

::None with my nonce of a Sire whackin off while wearing bowling shoes,....:: the grin was positively feral now, as he reached into the overnight bag at his feet.

"NO!" Angel shouted. ::I draw the line at ugly footwear. Id rather stay chained to the ceiling for all of eternity.....:: He tried to sound firm, fierce, Sire-like even. But Spike was glaring at him, holding these hideous blue and red suede clown shoes....and...It made him vaguely nauseous.

Spike dropped them back into the bag. ::Lucky I love you, pet. All right. Start now, do a good job, and no shoes. But if you give me any more trouble......::

Angel did his best Boy Scout impression, crossing his heart with his free hand. ::No no, Ill be a good boy, I promise.::

{{And when I get out of here Ill kick your sorry little peroxide ass all over this apartment...bowling shoes....son of a ---}}

Spike tilted his head to one side. He knew the older vampire too well. ::Hmmm? You thinking naughty thoughts?::

::No, no. Im behaving. What do you want---what do you want me to do?:: Angels voice caught on the last, as the thought of pleasuring himself in front of his lover, in front of a camera, suddenly loomed large.

Which immediately caused something else to loom large. Which Spike noticed. And promptly looked victorious.

Spike reached into the bag again, and pulled out a bottle of baby oil. He sauntered over to the restrained vampire, and winked. ::Gimme your hand, pet.:: When Angel complied, the blond squeezed a generous amount into his palm. Then, he leaned in and kissed the bound man, running his tongue over the soft lips, grinning a bit as he felt them tremble beneath his questing mouth.

The large man pressed closer, a hesitant tongue flicked between sharp, white teeth.

Spike pulled away. ::Now now, None of that. Get to it or its the bowling shoes. I believe you have everything you need.:: He gestured to the fistful of oil, and Angels already hardening cock with another self-satisfied smirk. Or the same smirk, which had never really left his mouth....his full, demanding mouth.....Which would feel sooo good on...

Then Spike resumed his place behind the cameras lense.

{{Damn!}}

Angel swallowed, and looked at the slick liquid in his palm. Spike nodded at him, gestured threateningly toward the bag again, and turned the main light to face the restrained vampire.

Angel realized he was effectively blinded now. He couldnt see Spike, couldnt see the room..couldnt see anything at all really. Just white hot light. It warmed his preternaturally cool skin, and a shudder rippled through him in response.

He could still smell Spike, the growing arousal, and frustration. He heard the younger man clear his throat impatiently. Then a soft, husky whisper.

::Cmon love. Im waiting. Make it good for me.:: There was a malicious grin in that voice to be certain. But there was also longing. Lust. Affection. The combination made Angels toes curl into the carpet.

Quickly, the dark haired vampire poured a bit of the oil onto his chest, jumping slightly as the cool liquid trickled down his stomach, and the single ticklish spot just under his rib cage....

He heard a small sigh from the direction of the camera.

Emboldened by the encouragment, Angel began to massage the oil into his own skin, rubbing it gently over tight muscles and soft smooth planes of alabaster. The dark line of hair from chest to belly glistened in the harsh lights as the oil seeped into preternatural flesh. He rubbed more liquid over his left nipple, long, cold fingers teasing the pink nub to hardness. The same caress to his right nipple, and a single breath was finally torn from his throat.

Spike eyed his Sire intently, watching the handsome face for each subtle nuance of arousal. The dark haired vampire was chewing on his bottom lip, biting back the soft noises of pleasure which threatened. That wouldnt last long.

Angel began to rub small circles around the taut flesh of his stomach, over the abdominal muscles, then higher, over each rib, and finally, the now glistening skin covering his tight pectorals. He let the tips of his fingers trail over the tattoo of the collar bearing the name of the vampire he was bound to.

The one with the ice blue eyes, and the sculpted cheeks. With the wild grin and the smoldering stare. With the smoothest skin and the longest neck. The one who was watching him now. With the stirring in his jeans reaching maddening proportions as Angel slowly, teasingly, lowered his hand. Calloused fingertips brushed against the small hairs on the vampires upper body so they stood at equal attention, then the large hand came to rest on the twitching muscle of his thigh.

The cinnamon eyes were open, staring into the light where he could barely make out the figure who stood at rapt attention. A haunt. It spoke.

::Oh, come on pet. Get to the main event, eh? I wanna watch you stroke that beautiful cock of yours. And Im not gonna ask again nicely....::

The voice was strained now. The threat blanketed by obvious need. Angel suppressed a grin of his own at the precarious shift in power between he and his favoured Childe. Such a familiar, comforting dance. His hand slid over the now clenched muscle of his right thigh, and he parted his legs slightly. The boy wanted a good show. He would get it.

When Angel finally wrapped one large fist around the base of his own thick, twitching cock, both vampires shook with the heavy gasp of unneeded breath. Angel shut his eyes then, and gave in to the sensations leaping through his skin. The heat of the lights, the scent of his mate, the curiously arousing feeling of being restrained.....

And the hand caressing his muscled form, which in his mind, was no longer his own...

A smaller, softer, black tipped finger running over the impressive length of his cock, teasing from root to tip, scratching a fingernail lightly over the weeping head, drawing forth more of the precious, white, creamy droplets. Grasping the shaft by the base and squeezing, first gently, then with unyielding strength. Sliding that same powerful grip up and down the slickly oiled surface of skin, as the veins and the blood jumped ecstatically beneath the questing touch.

Fondling the soft, lightly furred skin of the sensitive sacs below, tickling, teasing, arousing, just enough to draw another throaty moan forth from the now heaving chest. Strange how the budding sensations revert the body to human form; to breathing, and panting, and moaning, and beads of sweat on the brow.

Firm, steady embrace of fist on cock once more, and the rythym makes Angel rock back and forth in his chains. The rustling of flesh against denim, as Spike wriggles against the jeans, fighting the urge to lose this rarely won control. Watching, unblinking, as the erotic play unfolds before him....

Angel groaned aloud as the fist grasping and stroking his aching shaft became a pair of wet, cool lips, then the practiced, loving mouth, sucking and suckling, hungry and demanding. Sliding up and down over him, until thought is lost, the humanity is lost and a demon is howling somewhere, and it is him.

::Thats it, pet, give it all up now, I wanna watch, I wanna see you, do it for me...:: The disembodied voice reminding the dark vampire that the mouth around him was fantasy....but it no longer mattered....

The sibilant voice inside his spine, winding its way like a ribbon of jolting pleasure along his muscles and tendons, shooting out through legs and arms, and thighs and belly. Searing heat and tight, wet passion.

::Ohhh, yea, pet. Come for me.::

All feeling centered in Angels straining cock, finally, as the relentless stroking and the fervent whispers envelop him. A shroud of sensuality and lust .

And it doesnt matter that the blond vampire is physically standing half way across the room; he could be halfway across the world, and it wouldnt matter, because he is *here*...here in the permanent tattoo, and here in the unbeating heart, and here in the eternal soul.....

And it is his name that Angel calls out as he comes, the sound a heady mixture of human and beast, his chest coated with his own sticky sweet fluid.

::**Will**.......::

More than two human lifetimes of hearing that cry, and still Spike had to undo the zipper on his own jeans to make accomadations.

Angel was panting now, no breath in the struggle to regain control of the sweaty form. Spike watched, unmoving, as the mixture of baby oil and his Sires cum dripped off the softening cock and onto the rug. He wiped his own sweat from his pale forehead with the back of a shaky hand.

Angels head rested on his own outstretched arm, and the large vampire did not appear to notice as the lights dimmed. He didnt even move until he felt a strong, steady hand releasing him from his bonds, and holding him upright, leading him to the couch.

Then he was seated on the soft leather, and Spike was next to him, wiping his chest and thighs with a cool cloth. The scent of the blonds unquenched arousal hung heavy in the air. Angel nuzzled into the warm, comforting embrace, purring with contentment as he felt a cool tongue lap at his arched neck. He wrapped his hands through thick, yellow locks, and arched as Spike drank, just a bit, just enough...connection made. Union and reunion.

::Mmm...love you,...:: murmured against the cool skin.

Long moments later, Angel at last opened his eyes to his Childes bemused grin, and the only thing he could think of to say...

::Spike..where the hell did you get the bowling shoes??::

Finis