*****

The apartment was silent. Silent, save for the padding of a blonde, barefoot, butt-naked, vampire walking from the kitchen to the bedroom. Reaching the doorway he stopped and peered around the frame, blue eyes glittering mischievously when he saw the bed. A large, equally naked, brunette vampire lay on his stomach, legs tangled amongst dark purple paisley sperm patterned sheets. Spike rolled his eyes. To him they looked like a hippie on some *really* good acid just came up and sprogged all over the damn comforter, and what big, hulking manly vampire uses a comforter for Pete's sake?

The blonde vampire shook himself from his musings, and trotted over, his tackle flapping freely. Closing in on the bed a seductive smile tugged at the corner of his full lips as he gazed upon the vast expanse of skin that greeted him. He slinked up the bed, licking his lips as if Angel was the tastiest meal he'd ever laid eyes on, which, of course, he was.

He lowered himself to lie on his stomach beside Angel's hulking form and took one of his Sire's hands. Spike's seductive smile grew devious as he reached down beside the bed to retrieve a small bottle. Struggling not to chuckle he painted each of the brunette's nails a bright vivid red.

Ten minutes later he stood at the foot of the bed admiring his handiwork. "And not a drop spilled." He said in self-congratulation as Angel began to rouse from his slumber. Spike grinned and walked around to slip in beside the huge lump of flesh (admittedly a huge lump of flesh with great hair, but who wants to argue that?). He slid up close, nuzzling into the soft skin of Angel's chest. A lazy smile spread across the dark vampire's face as he drifted back to consciousness.

"Was wondering when you were gonna wake up." The blonde mumbled through a mouthful of nipple.

Angel's grin widened as he raised his hand to run his fingers through Spike's mussed locks. "And now that I am, what're you gonna-" he cut himself off abruptly.

Spike continued to suckle the elder vampire's chest for a few seconds before looking up. "What'm I gonna what?" He asked grinning.

"*What* is that?" Angel asked, staring at his hand.

"What's what?"

"*That* on my hand." Angel reiterated, gesturing with his head towards his polish endowed digits. Spike's eyes darted to Angel's fingers and back to his face. "Oh, that. That's 'Cherry Red'. By Maybeline. It's really quite good." He informed his Sire matter-of-factly. Angel growled warningly.

"Why is it on my nails?"

"Got bored." Spike said, swinging his feet in the air behind him like a child. Sighing wearily Angel ran a be-polished hand over his face.

Spike contemplated his Sire for a minute. "I don't know what you're complaining about. It really is your colour."

Angel parted two of his fingers over his face and peered through them. The blonde beamed at him and fluttered his eyelashes. Angel growled again. "I don't care if it's my colour. I have nailpolish on my hand made by a company that sounds like a disease."

Spike chuckled. "Maybe she's born with it�Maybe it's Maybeline."

Angel shook his head and groaned. "Why on Earth do I put up with you?"

Spike grinned some more. "Because I can do this." He said licking Angel's nipple. "And this." The other nipple. "And this." He latched onto the hard bud and suckled.

The brunette sighed. "All very good reason's." he conceded. "Anything else?" He asked with the raise of an eyebrow.

Spike looked up at the larger man's face with lust laden eyes. "There are a few other things�but I don't think you'd be interested."

Angel shook his head. "Oh, I think I might be."

The smaller man kissed his way down Angel's body. "You sure?" He asked before dipping his tongue into the brunette's navel.

"Positive." The brunette gasped.

"If you insist." Spike shook his head and ducked under the covers.

Angel took a sharp, unnecessary breath as Spike practically inhaled his erection. He grabbed onto the sheets on either side of his large frame and clawed at them as his Childe's head bobbed up and down under the sheet. The brunette's eyes crossed and closed as he let himself go with the feelings assaulting him. Spike's tongue running up the underside of his turgid rod, the way his cock butted the back of the blonde's throat with each downward motion.

Gag reflex; completely gone.

Unlife was good. Unlife was very, very, very, very, very, very, very- Angel grabbed Spike's head through the sheets as he thrust upwards uncontrollably; spurting viscous white goop down the blonde's throat. His body practically melted into the bed at the tension released.

Spike's overly blonde head peeked out from under the hippie-sprog quilting and watched as Angel's eyelids drooped. Resting his chin on the older man's little Buddha belly, he waited for Angel to drift back into unconsciousness.

Spike got out of the huge bed and shook his head. "One good blow and he's out like a light."

He turned and walked from the room, muttering to himself.

"Note to self: Never blow the old boy just after he's woken up. The old git just doesn't have the stamina anymore. He needs those little blue pill wotsits�Vampagra."

He closed the doors and silence returned.

****

Angel was jolted awake suddenly at a crash from the other room. He sat bolt upright in bed, ears pricked for any more sounds which might alert him to who, or what, had made the horrible clanging.

"Bugger."

Angel sighed, somewhat relieved that it was only his idiot childe banging around in his home.

Banging around in his home?

The tall vampire hurriedly got out of bed, throwing on a pair of black silk boxer shorts for decencies sake and straightening the covers on the bed...He really liked those covers...before practically running out of the room.

He rushed into the living room. Nothing. He turned a slow circle, checking to see if anything was out of place. Things were as they should be from his cursory examination.

"Shit."

The brunette grimaced inwardly as another crash came, and walked slowly into the small alcove kitchen. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the sight that beheld him.

Flour covered the bench with Spike-sized handprints smattered through it, something that looked like chocolate puddled in the corner of the table dripping steadily onto the floor, and a bare-assed vampire stood facing the microwave.

Well, Angel had to grant, Spike *wasn't* bare assed�There was a brown and white, chocolate and flour hand print across the blonde's left cheek. If it wasn't for the fact that the room looked like Martha Stewart had eaten sixteen hash-cookies and tried to make gnocchi in it, the handprint might be endearing.

Given the circumstances, it wasn't endearing. The brunette vampire was mighty pissed off, if his veins actually pumped blood, the one in his forehead would have popped. The kitchen was a mess�and�.and�and when Spike moved, so did the handprint. It was actually kind of cute.

"Oi. What're you lookin' at?"

Angel's gaze snapped up to see Spike peering over his right shoulder at him. //So *that's* why the handprint moved.// Angel thought to himself. The brunette shook his head and looked at the short blonde. "Spike, you're making a mess." He said and, wondered how long it would be before he could give up the anal-retentive, neat-freak pretense and lick that chocolate off Spike's tight ass.

"Well spotted. I was thinking of it as a work of art, meself. Kind of like Pro Hart, but with a little more flair." The blonde said turning around to face Angel. This time the large vampire couldn't help himself and a laugh escaped.

"What is *that*?" He asked, chuckling and pointing at Spike's crotch. Spike looked down.

"That's Mr. Flibble." The blonde stated.

Angel raised an eyebrow.

"Mr. Flibble's very Angry." Spike said. Angel grinned. "I don't see why. He's got your cock jammed up his-" Angel stoped speaking and coughed as flour flicked into his face. "What was that for?" He blurted, confused at his childe's aversion to a smutty remark.

"Don't speak about Mr. Flibble like that." The younger vampire practically growled. Angel let out an exasperated sigh. "It's a puppet-" He began.

"It's a penguin." The blonde corrected.

Angel rolled his eyes. "Yes, but does it bounce?" He said sarcastically.

Spike wiggled his slender hips, eliciting a strangled groan from the dark haired vampire.

"Will you take that as a yes?" Spike grinned.

Angel nodded. "But only if you get rid of the penguin."

"Consider it gone" the blonde said, whipping the penguin puppet off his erection and earning a nod of appreciation from his Sire.

"I only liked him for his hex vision anyway."

An eyebrow rose on the not-so-broody vampire. "And what was it you liked me for?" Spike looked at Angel and shrugged. "Your cock, what else?" He said as he turned back to the table. "Hey!!" Angel barked, grabbing Spike's shoulder. The blonde merely swatted his hand away. "No touching the merchandise."

Angel's jaw dropped as Spike went back to playing with the food on the table like Jamie Oliver on speed. A literal naked chef.

"Excuse me?" Angel asked. Spike's back remained turned. "Spike." He stated. Spike ignored him. "Hey, Mr. Oliver." The older vampire said, beginning to get narky.

"Which one of the two fat ladies does a guy have to eat to get some service around here?"

Spike turned back to Angel and grinned.

"Doo be doo be doo BORT BORT BORT!"

Angel jumped back in shock. "Excuse me?!?"

"In da kooken room we make da chok-o-latt mooooose." Spike said in an outlandish Swedish accent. Angel blinked.

"First we get da chok-o-latt." Spike said taking a handful of chocolate fudge from the table. "And den we get da moooose. Here mooosey, moooosey." The shorter vampire said grinning maniacally as he began stalking towards Angel. The dark haired vampire raised a hand as a warning gesture to the blonde.

"Spike. No." He said in an authoritative tone. The blonde with the chocolate kept advancing on the larger man. "Spike. I mean it. You're dripping it everywhere." Angel informed him, a look of abject horror on his face at the thought of chocolate on his polished wood floor. Spike merely smiled and forced him further backwards into the living room.

"William, I don't want to have to tell you a- whoah!" Angel yelped as he fell backwards into his favourite leather chair.

Spike's grin grew at the sight of his spread-eagled sire, the tent in the front of Angel's boxers making the blonde's blue eyes twinkle. "All that, just for me?"

Angel growled at Spike, making the blonde giggle and trip over the rug, sending him flying into the older vampire's crotch. The blonde's chocolate filled hand slapped down heavily on Angel's well developed pectoral, sliding upwards and into the worn brown leather of the chair.

Spike looked up from Angel's crotch to Angel's face and then to the back of the chair where his hand now rested.

"Oops." Spike said sheepishly. Scrambling backward out of Angel's lap.

Turning to look at the chair himself, Angel felt a growl begin in the bottom of his diaphragm, rumbling up through his chest.

"William!" The enraged vampire yelled at the blonde scrambling across the floor. Leaping out of the chair he landed on the back of Spike's legs, effectively pinning him down. The younger vampire struggled against the larger vampire's weight.

"Oi, gerrof!" Spike snarled.

Angel continued to sit on Spike's calves, a sly smile spreading across his face. Raising his hand high he brought it down hard on Spike's bare cheek, leaving a bright red hand print to match the chocolate and flour one on his other cheek.

"Ow! You bloody pillock, what'd you do that for?"

"Bad boys need a good spankin'." Angel said, voice husky with lust.

Spike looked over his shoulder and rolled his eyes. "I'm the *big* bad, you bleeding ninny. What're you gonna do?"

Angel grinned. "Lick you to death." He leaned forward and drew his tongue up the blonde's left cheek, taking in a mouthful of chocolate-y goodness. Spike rolled his eyes at Angel, continuing to try and wiggle his way out of the bigger man's grasp. Angel took firm hold of the blondes thighs and went on licking and sucking the tight, taut buttocks of his childe.

Spike covered up his grunts and groans with long and colourful strings of curses. His struggles became half hearted, slowing until they were just a gentle roll of the hips, a small push backwards towards Angel's tongue. A cross between a sigh and a whine escaped perfectly pouty lips of the small blonde. Angel leaned back from Spike's lower torso and grinned evilly as his facial features shifted. Spike whined pitifully at the loss of contact between buttock and tongue.

As quick as a homophobe leaving a gay bar Angel struck, sharp canines slicing through flesh like a hot knife through butter. Spike let out an unmanly yelp and almost shot across the polished wood floor. "Aaaah!" The harsh cry echoed through the apartment, bouncing off walls and furniture before it finally faded. Angel continued to suck on the blood oozing flesh, drawing out the thick ambrosia as if it were going out of fashion. The dark haired vampire began to unconsciously knead Spike's thighs, slowly spreading his legs as his erection grew with the stolen blood of his childe.

He raised his head as his fangs retracted, lowering it again to lap at the two seeping welts on the otherwise unmarred skin. Spike's body relaxed, the tension leaving with the foreign objects.

Angel rained kisses on the pure white marble flesh of the English Adonis that lay beneath him. He wanted him, needed him. In the blink of an eye he'd flipped Spike over and leant over the younger man's trim body. The blonde grinned sexily, seeing the look of overwhelming lust in his Sires deep brown eyes. The larger vampire leant down and captured the blonde's lips in a savage kiss that spoke of lust, desire, longing and an all encompassing need. The blonde's hands traversed the large expanse of skin covering his Sire's curved body, as the older vampire began to rub against his hip; his erection rubbing against the coarse hairs of Spike's snail trail. Tongues duelled, battling each other for supremacy in the most sensual fight of the hour.

Angel pulled back from the kiss, making as if to move the two to a more 'comfortable' place. Spike grabbed the larger man's shoulder, shaking his head fervently. "No." The blonde said, voice ragged with lust. Angel looked into the blue eyes of the blonde questioningly.

"Just... No." Spike said raising his head to capture the brunette's lips again. Angel let himself relax into the kiss as Spike's hands returned to travelling across his body. Fingers sliding across the rippling muscles of broad shoulders, slipping down into the small of the back, gliding up the swell of rounded buttocks.

Angel sighed into the embrace, not expecting this sort of drawn out foreplay from Spike. Brown eyes snapped open as one hand slipped between the older man's buttocks and rubbed slow circles around the hidden rosette, lubricated by the remains of chocolate fudge on Spike's hand. The dark haired vampire began to pull away again. Spike kept firm hold on his Sire with his arm and his lips, while continuing to rim the tight ring of muscles with one long elegant finger.

Angel moaned softly as the finger breached his tight hole, gently massaging the delicate inner lining. Spike smiled, watching through hooded eyes as the brunette placed his hands on either side of the blondes head, kneeling on all fours above him like a bitch in heat. He slowly slipped the finger in to the stub, before drawing it back out and adding another. Angel began to rock back on the younger mans digits, small whimpers and moans escaping his throat which each backwards thrust. Fingers curled in the chocolate slicked passage rubbing across the small bundle of nerves and sending electric shocks through Angel's body. A deep moan escaped Angel as the blonde added a third finger to the hole stretching and preparing it.

Spike smirked, staring raptly at the elder man's face as he rocked back and forth above him. Facial features contorted in a myriad of different ways, conveying a mixture of pleasure and want, small whimpers, grunts and groans left the lips of the older man in a symphony of sexual desire. Spike closed his eyes and inhaled the heady scent of arousal from both himself and his Sire. The intoxicating small sent shivers shooting all over his body. The blonde groaned softly and pulled Angel's head to his for a punishing kiss. His fingers slipped out of the brunette's slicked entrance with a quiet pop.

Angel began whining uncharacteristically at the loss of sensation. "Nooo, Spike. Please... Don't stop." Angel whinged around Spike's mouth. The blonde looked up at Angel's eyes, nudging the older man to sit up with his nose and chin. "Shhh, peaches. You'll get yours." The blonde whispered huskily. "But now..." He raised his hand and wiped a large patch of chocolate off Angel's chest. He lowered his hand and rubbed the substance over his straining erection.

"Mmm... Spread your legs wider, Sweets." Spike said to the older man. Angel did as bade, spreading his legs before lowering himself down as Spike positioned himself at Angel's prepared opening. "Slowly now, Luv." The blonde drawled before Angel began to slide down his length. All semblance of clear thought was lost as Angel's tight hole engulfed Spike's shaft.

"Krishna. On. A. Bicycle." The blonde choked out. Angel began to slowly move above Spike uttering similar blasphemous phrases. Spike held onto Angel's hips, slowly guiding him back and forth. Angel's hands rested on Spike's chest, holding himself up above the blonde, and rubbing his thumbs sensuously against the smaller man's nipples.

The elder vampire's body nestled into the juncture where Spike's legs and torso met. Angel's muscles gripped and relaxed around the younger vampire's length as he grew accustomed to the size. Spike panted softly beneath the older man's weight. Slowly Angel began to move. Backwards and forwards along the blonde's tensile rod. Spike's hands held Angel's hips in a vice-like grip, guiding his Sire as he moved.

"Tell me how much you want me." The blonde uttered softly. Angel's eyes opened and looked down into Spike's crystalline blue orbs.

"I want you, my childe." Angel began, bracing himself above the smaller man to be able to look into his eyes.

"I want it to be you I wake up to; you who I see at the end of my day. I want it to be you that I'm with when eternity ends; when buildings crumble and all turns to dust. I want you to be the one to love me. To fuck me into oblivion and back again. You and only you, my Spike."

Spike's fingers flexed on his lover's hips, relaxing so they glided up to the dark vampire's waist on the next downwards thrust. Tilting his head, Spike looked at the larger man from a different angle.

"Tell me how much you need me." He said as he kneaded the muscles in Angel's back with his fingers.

"I need you, Spike. I need you to be the one that I return to time and again." The dark haired vampire said as he began to move faster against the blonde. "I need you to be the one thrusting into me over and over until I scream out your name in rapture. I need you to tell me what I'm doing wrong, to tell me what I should be doing and to reprimand me when I don't. I need you. I need you. I need you." Angel's speech drifted into a mantra as he picked up speed, the feeling of his childe's cock thrusting into him as he drove himself downwards almost proving too much.

Spike closed his eyes and thrust up into the tight depths of his lover's dark passage, letting his hands glide around to grasp Angel's cock. Running his hands over the hardened muscle, his fingers sliding over the slit in the head and wiping away the drops of pre-cum as they formed.

"Work for it, baby." Spike said lustily, licking his lips and opening his eyes to watch his Sire's movements.

"Tell me your mine." The blond said, tightening his grip on the elder vampire's cock with his hands.

"I'm yours, William. I'm yours to do with what you will. You own me, need me, beat me, complete me. I'm yours. I am nothing if not owned by you. You are my master, and you I obey." The dark haired vampire panted out, beginning to thrust back faster onto Spike's cock and into his hands. At the older vampire's words Spike flipped the two of them over in a move that defied physics. Snarling gutturally he thrust into Angel's depths, grasping the brunette's cock and coming closer and closer to the edge of the chasm with each of Angel's grunts and moans.

Spike sucked hard on the elder vampire's pulse-point, drawing just a trickle of the saccharine fluid from the vein as he thrust into Angel faster and faster. The brunette vampire moaned as the blond quickened in pace and increased the friction, bolts of pleasure running between the wound in his neck and his cock in the smaller man's hands.

Suddenly Angel's muscles began to quiver around the blonde's cock, sending Spike over the edge and tumbling into the abyss. Angel followed shortly with a cut off howl of ecstasy, his cock spurting copious quantities of cheap white carbohydrates between the two writhing bodies.

Spike collapsed onto Angel's large chest, panting heavily as he recovered from the exertion. Angel's arms wrapped around his master, holding the blonde close to him, gently rubbing his back to calm the quaking. Spike's tongue gently licked at the small twin wounds on the larger man's neck as a purr began in the centre of his chest.

Gradually Spike came down from the orgasmic high as Angel began to nudge the blonde's head with his nose, like a puppy nudges at its mothers teat. Spike raised his head to look into the dark brown pools of Angel's eyes, revelling in the love he saw there. He leaned down and caught the larger man's lips in a gentle kiss. Slowly he pulled back, closing his eyes and licking his lips. He manoeuvred himself off of Angel and rose gracefully, pulling the older vampire with him.

Silently he led Angel to the bedroom and pulled him down onto the bed, covering the sheets in chocolate and flour and the older man in kisses. Spike wrapped his arms around Angel's neck, pulling him closer to him. Hands ran up and down a muscular back, a tongue curled around an earlobe, bodies slipped against each other, not as a sexual act but as a reaffirmation that each was there for the other. That they had a connection that went far beyond 'just sex'.

Gradually they slowed down, lying side by side and just holding one another. Angel nuzzled into the crook of Spike's arm sleepily, the covers of the bed pooled around his waist. Spike smiled and kissed the top of the big mans head. Running his fingers through Angel's mussed hair Spike watched the different emotions play across his Sire's face.

For the longest time, Spike had tried to break Angel with whips and chains and other elements of torture. But none of it worked. Angel dealt with pain and violence on a day to day basis, he was fairly adept at the whole 'not breaking' thing. In the days before Angel, Angelus was a connoisseur of torture, a master of pain. He knew what it took to take a person to the edge of the chasm and dangle them over it, leaving them begging and pleading.

Of course it wasn't going to work.

The words of Angelus floated through his mind. "To kill this girl, you have to love her." Spike didn't really want to kill Angel, but the same premise held. Angel wouldn't break under duress, but given enough time and lubricant, softness would break the beast. Pliable is most often better than broken, and Angel was most definitely pliable now.

A kiss. A caress. The right touch. The right place. A whimper. A moan. A cry of ecstasy... And a promise.

A promise that Angel was his, and only his.

Domination varies from person to person, from demon to demon. For Spike, the denial of affection, the denial of love, had broken him. For Angel, the opposite. In giving his love to the older man unquestioningly Spike had broken the walls, the carefully constructed walls, that Angel had built to protect himself. The walls Angel had built to protect his heart.

The dark haired vampire had wept at a soft caress from his childe, sobbed openly at every touch, before begging the blonde to stop, to continue, to do whatever he was doing, but do it more.

Angel had begged for Spike to love him.

Spike had won. Spike had dominated his Sire. But moreover, he'd won his Sire's heart, his love and affection. And in doing so, he, himself, had been dominated.

The blonde was roused from his musings by a pair of brown eyes staring up at him.

"What?" Spike asked softly.

"Just.....nothing." Angel said, with a small smile. Spike raised an eyebrow.

"It's just..." Angel closed his eyes and thought for a minute. Opening his eyes he looked at Spike straight on. "Thanks for keeping me 'occupied' today."

Spike grinned.

"No problem. Can't have you all weepy, mooning over the fact that you're dead, now can we?" He said, with a sly grin.

"I've never weeped in my life." Angel said indignantly. Spike snorted.

"Yeah ya do. Every time someone from the good old 'homeland' walks past you and speaks. 'Och, aye. Ye'll never be getting' noowhar wi'oot ye kilt and ye sporran. Och, aye.....Jimmy.'" Spike said in an outlandish Scottish accent.

Angel frowned.

"Spike, I'm Irish."

"Whatever."

Angel's frown turned into a pout. Spike rolled his eyes.

"What I'm sayin' is that you get depressed at the drop of a hat. Hell, a rousing sing-a-long of 'Happy Death Day To You' would send you to the bathroom with a girlfriend to have a bit of a cry." The blonde said, raising a hand in demonstration.

"Girlfriend?" Angel asked. Spike peered down at him.

"You haven't got one of them, have you?" He asked, curiously.

Angel shook his head slightly. "Well, actually, just a little on the side. Wednesday: shag day. You know." Angel said with a grin.

Spike cuffed the larger man upside the back of the head.

"Okay, ow! I don't." The larger man said, raising his hand in defence.

Spike smirked. "You know who wears the pants in this pair, boy."

Angel grumbled as he nestled back into Spike's chest.

"Shush. Go back to sleep, you ponce." Spike said, resting his head on the top of Angel's head to go to sleep.

"I was asleep two hours ago." Angel whined.

"Do it, boy." Spike growled softly. The dark haired vampire grumbled softly to himself as he settled down to go back to sleep.

**DING**

"Shit."

"Leave it."

"It'll burn."

"I don't care. Leave it."

"But-"

"Spike. Just leave it."

"Do you *want* me to sing 'Happy Death Day' to you?"

"G'ah. Fine get it. I'll be here *sleeping* like you said to."

"Good boy."

~Finis~

The 'Av is Older Than Ever Before' Fiction Challenge.
Premise: In an attempt to get Angel to lighten up, Spike celebrates his (Liam's) Death Day.
Must include:
-- A bottle of red nailpolish
-- Something happening to Angel's leather chair
-- Swedish Chef type cooking (and possibly singing) in the kitchen.
-- A reference to, or the actual singing of "Happy Death Day To You".
-- The line "Yes, but does it bounce?"
Optional Extras
-- Some wild Scottish accent work
-- The line "William the Bloody; Not Gay."
-- Pulp Fiction dancing
-- A penguin puppet (which may or may not be named Mr Flibble)