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Spike was prostrated before Angel, taking unneeded gasping breaths and appearing exhausted.

Smirking, Angel said, "Are you ready?"

Spike knew better than to lift his eyes to his Sire's. He whispered, "Yes."

Angel was overflowing with joy, but widening his smirk into a grin was the only outward sign he allowed himself and Spike.

"Then get on the bed."

A sudden flare of uncertainty shook through Spike. He quickly pushed it aside. He wanted to submit fully to Angel. It had been so long since he had had the opportunity, and now he wanted to do everything perfectly for the towering vampire in front of him.

Slowly rising from the floor, Spike slightly hunched his shoulders in a submissive position. He kept his eyes to the ground, as he twisted to face the bed.

Shrugging his duster from his shoulders, he slowly stalked to the bed. He knew his Sire loved the way he moved. Spike wanted to prolong his Sire's enjoyment any way that he could.

Finally reaching his destination, Spike lifted a leg onto the bed and started crawling forward, giving Angel a unrestricted view of his ass trapped in very tight, black jeans.

Angel growled low. His Childe was tormenting him on purpose. Angel was having none of that tonight. He shot forward to the bed, flipping Spike over and pinning him to the mattress. Angel leaned in, hovering over Spike's parted lips with his own.

Spike's eyes were wide with lust, and his nostrils were flaring from want. Angel licked his own lips, leaned forward, and nipped at Spike's chin.

Spike whimpered slightly.

Angel moved his nibbling teeth down Spike's jaw line, to the smooth throat. Pinching the skin between his teeth, Angel delighted in his Childe's soft cry.

"You'll have to do more than that Spike. Wanna hear you," Angel sucked Spike's earlobe. He elongated his fangs slightly and bit, drawing droplets of blood. "Beg."

Spike moaned. Angel draped over him had been tolerable, but now he was overwhelmed with need as his Sire continued sucking, licking, biting, possessing.

"Please." It came out as a whisper, and hearing Angel's tutting noise, Spike decided a more determined effort was being called for.

"Please Sire. I need you. Please. Take me. Claim me. Dominate me. Anything. I'm yours. Oh please Sire. Angel, please."

Hearing Spike's pleas, Angel realized they both had too many clothes on. Purposefully stripping himself first, Angel divested himself of his silk shirt and quickly unzipped his leather pants. Using his supernatural speed he had them off and was quickly back to using his mouth on a now writhing Spike.

Seeing his Sire completely nude over him, then having that flesh pressed against him, caused Spike to experience even more mind overload.

Angel's hands were now under his shirt. Caresses and soft pinches across his torso, tempered with Angel's clever mouth on his neck, caused a plethora of new begging pleas to emerge from Spike.

Angel smiled into his Childe's neck. By running his hands up to Spike's chest, he caused the blonde's shirt to rip.

Why stop there? Angel thought. He ripped the shirt most of the way off, leaving the shredded sleeves clinging to Spike's forearms.

Now growling his need to Angel , Spike was rewarded with Angel fastening his lips to a now taut nipple.

"Angel!" Spike yelped, as Angel's fang pierced the nub, not drawing blood, but creating a delicious pain.

Spike's hips were involuntarily lifting from the mattress, seeking more contact. Angel moaned as the denim came in contact with his groin.

Deciding a smooth, hard cock would feel even better, Angel moved an unoccupied hand to Spike's fly. He slowly pulled the zipper down halfway, then ran a finger along the partially revealed length.

Spike's cock was straining against the half descended zipper. It was causing a sweet pain, as the metal fastener scraped against him.

"Angel please."

Pausing in his licking of Spike's chest, Angel asked in a seemingly indifferent tone, "Please what, boy?"

Spike whimpered when he felt Angel's hand back at his zipper.

"This?" Angel nibbled along the lines of Spike's abdomen, as his fingers slowly slid the zipper further down, while his palm flattened against the partly exposed cock.

Spike's hips thrust hard to meet the newly introduced pressure. "Yes!" Spike hissed.

Angel issued a breathy chuckle. He was now suckling his Childe's pelvic bone.

With the zipper fully pulled down, Angel decided Spike no longer needed the added enjoyment of jeans. Also, Angel wanted- no needed, to see the expanse of those creamy thighs as the muscles rippled Spike's pleasure.

Throwing the jeans beside the bed, Angel looked down at the wanton body of Spike and murmured, "You're so beautiful. All mine and so beautiful."

A look of pure love and surrender filled Spike's eyes, as he was caught in Angel's intense and devouring expression.

"Take me. Have me. Please, now, Angel!"

Having enough of teasing his Childe, Angel decided to take him up on the offer.

Reaching beside him, he found the lube he had placed there earlier. Coating his fingers, Angel began preparing Spike.

He circled the tight ring with his index finger, scraping his nail along the perineum every so often. With his other hand, Angel teased Spike's balls and erection, stroking and palming one and then the other.

Finally, pushing a finger past the tight ring, he moved it in slow circles. Spike mewled his pleasure.

Hearing Spike chant his name with such desire, it was all Angel could do not to plunge his cock into that willing body. However, he wanted this to please Spike as much as it pleased himself.

Moving a second finger in alongside the first, Angel began slow pumps of Spike's cock, causing the blonde to grunt loudly with yearning.

Quickly adding a third finger, Angel had to fight for control. Spike's delighted murmurings were driving him insane.

"Now. Please, Sire. Now. Fuck me, Sire. Now, please. Angel. Fuck me."

Angel gave a quick lick to Spike's hard member before rearing up, putting Spike's legs around his shoulders. Quickly smearing the lube on his own erect penis, Angel slowly entered the quivering vampire below him.

Angel thrust at an angle by which he avoided Spike's prostate.

Spike was trying to adjust himself so that Angel would hit his sweet spot, but to no avail. Whimpering, he gasped, "Angel, please."

"Please what? Tell me what you want, Spike," Angel said, with a thrust. His brown eyes locked with the blue eyes of Spike, and he inclined his head for a quick kiss, cutting off Spike's pleas.

Pulling his lips away, Angel hummed, "Tell me what you want. That's all you have to do. Tell me what you want."

Tears were forming in Spike's eyes, as he was in nearly complete rapture. If only Angel would move slightly..

"Please Sire, fuck me hard. Make me come. Hit the spot inside me where no one else can. Please, Sire."

Spike turned his head, exposing more of his throat. He also tilted his head slightly downward, showing his complete obeisance.

Angel came to the decision that, to refrain any longer from fucking the vision before his eyes into delirium, was an absolute sin.

Changing his angle, he drove forward in one hard thrust.

Spike arched up in pure, blissful ecstasy. The stars were shining brightly behind his eyes. The world was Angel's hand around his cock, Angel's deeply penetrating member, Angel's mouth suckling his veins.

Angel set a brisk pace and in no time, both were lost in mind-blowing orgasms. Spike howled his release, while Angel moaned his own.

Afterward, Angel collapsed beside a smiling Spike. Laying on his back, Angel pulled a compliant Spike onto his chest, wanting to pillow his lover.

Spike curled around Angel, purring contentedly, nuzzling the older vampire's neck.

Within minutes they fell into a happy and satiated slumber.

The end.