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"You're sure you understand the plan?"

"Yeah. Think I got it."

Xander ran slightly ahead of Spike, grabbing RJ and helping Spike strip him of his jacket.

Running ahead, sensing that RJ wasn't following, Spike stopped, holding on to the jacket. "Xander, wait."

Xander stopped, looking back at the souled vampire. "What? What is it?"

Spike smirked, hooking his thumbs in the rim of his jeans. "Is there anything you want to say to me?"

Xander frowned, shaking his head. "Don't think so.maybe we should hurry up.get this jacket destroyed maybe?"

Spike ignored Xander. "See, I think there is something you want. Not to put too fine a point on it, but I think you want me. The way you looked at me at The Bronze a few weeks ago, the slight hint of arousal when Buffy announced I was to live with you earlier. Admit it, Xan. You're in love with me."

"I, er, I think we should get this jacket back to Buffy's house. We can destroy it there." Xander began to walk away, stopping in his tracks as Spike slipped on the jacket.

"So, do you want me, Xan? Do you love me?"

Xander's answer was a deep, passionate kiss, catching Spike by surprise. "How could I not be in love with you? You're everything a man could want. You're sexy, intelligent, and with the added bonus of a soul. It's like we're soul mates." Xander placed a kiss on Spike's lips, subtly working his way down the vampire's throat.

"Xan? Do you want to feel this way forever?" Spike's voice quivered, not sure how Xander would react to the idea forming in his head.

"God, Spike, I do. I really do." Xander stopped kissing Spike's throat, staring at his lover, his eyes diluted.

"I need you to do something for me, pet. I've had an idea, but I'm not sure it'll work. Do you want to risk it?"

"Anything for you, Spike. I'd do anything for you."

Spike fidgeted, thumbing the zipper of the jacket. "Come back to the apartment with me now, and I'll explain."

Back at the apartment, Spike led Xander into the kitchen. "You know what this jacket does, right?"

Xander nodded.

"Do you know why you're in love with me?" Spike sat on the counter, his hands resting between his legs.

"Because you have the kindest soul I've even known." Xander stood in-between Spike's legs, thrusting his tongue into the dark cavern of Spike's mouth.

"Xan, love, I need you to do me a favour, ok? I need you to go to Buffy's house, and help with the situation, ok? I'll deal with the jacket." Spike asked, revelling in the complete love and adoration showing in Xander's eyes.

"Anything for you, my love." Xander placed another kiss on Spike's lips, grabbed his jacket, and walked out of the door.

Getting to work as quickly as possible, Spike took RJ's jacket off, and laid it neatly on the floor.

'A simple binding spell should work, with any luck.' Spike thought, praying that it would.

Muttering the words, Spike began.

"Bind this vessel to the heart of my beloved, as I will so mote it be." With that, Spike grabbed a pair of scissors sitting in a drawer, and began to carefully cut a strip of the fabric away from the jacket. Placing the strip in his jeans pocket, Spike hid the rest of the jacket underneath Xander's bed.

'Our bed, soon enough'

Four days later

"Honey, I'm home!" Xander grinned to himself as he walked into his apartment. He outright laughed as Spike jumped in front of him, slipping his tongue into Xander's mouth.

Not saying a word, Spike walked away, heading for the bedroom.

"Spike? Are you ever going to tell me when you've got a yellow 'S' sewn into your jeans?"

"Wanna fuck?"

"Wanna answer my question?"

"No. Got a fucking problem with that?" Spike turned, looking Xander in the eye.

"No, of course not. Just want to make you happy. You're happy, right? I didn't do anything bad?" Xander asked, his worry, and slight fear, showing through his facial expressions.

"Get in the bedroom, strip, and present yourself. I'll be happy once I'm buried inside you. I'll be in soon." Spike jumped onto the sofa, flicking on the TV.

"Sure, Spike. As long as you're happy."

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Part 2:

"You gonna cry, Xan?" Spike asked his boyfriend, his hand touching his cock as he lay on the bed, looking into Xander's eyes.

"Would that make you happy?" Xander asked, his voice wavering.

"Of course not, baby. I hate to see you cry." Spike smiled reassuringly.

Relieved, Xander rested his head on Spike's head, idly tracing Spike's hard stomach with his fingers. "Spike?"

"Yeah, pet?"

"Do you think, maybe, you could use lube next time? I mean, I know the whole blood thing turns you on, but maybe you could do it gently?"

Spike stood, and stalked out of the room, not caring he was stark naked. "Didn't you like it?"

Xander followed his lover into the living area, also not caring about his lack of clothes. "I always like it.you know I like it rough.all I'm asking is that you remember I'm human, not a vampire. Don't have accelerated healing powers."

Spike flinched, recovered, and moved closer, placing his hands on Xander's bare shoulders. "Sorry.I just get so lost when I'm inside you. You drive me crazy, I just need more of you. I promise it won't happen again, baby."

Xander placed a kiss on Spike's lips, slipping his tongue into his lover's luscious mouth. "So, er, we still going to this club? Gotta tell you, the whole idea turns me on."

Spike grinned, kissing his lover. "Hmm.really?"

"Really."

"Maybe you should show me how much."

"Maybe I should." Xander jumped away from Spike, and run back to the bedroom. Spike laughed, began to run but stopped when Xander came back out, and threw Spike's clothes at him. "If you get dressed, we can get going."

"You know, I could order you to go and present yourself." Spike grinned, slipping his shirt on.

Xander hopped into trousers, not bothering with underwear. Spike had managed to 'persuade' him not to wear any. "But you won't, because then we don't get to go to the club now."

"You know me so well."

"Angel, have you learnt the rules yet?" Lindsey stood in front of Angel, whip in his hand.

Angel nodded, tied to a St. Andrew's Cross. "Yes, Master."

Lindsey traced Angel's nipples with his fingers, working his way down to his navel. "Think you can tell me what the first three are?"

"Number one, you own my mind, body and soul. Number two, you have the right to do anything you want with me. Number three, I have no privacy. If I go into a room, I don't close the door." Angel looked up at his master, hoping he had them in the right order.

A small kiss to Angel's slightly swollen lips told him he had answered correctly. "That's my boy." Lindsey undid the bonds tying Angel to the torture cross, silently pleased when Angel stepped behind him, his head bowed, legs spread slightly. Slipping Angel's leash through his plain collar worn around his neck, his only item of clothing, Lindsey tugged on the leash. Angel knew that meant to follow, but not on his feet. In an instant Angel was crawling after his master.

A minute later the couple was standing in the main room of the S&M club. Lindsey flagged down the club owner, a personal friend, and began asking him about future use of the private room they had just vacated.

"I'm buying a new house, on the outskirts of L.A. It'll have a lot more room for everything I need, but until then I need to use the facilities here. That ok with you?" Lindsey asked Randy, the club owner. His hand absent-mindedly ruffled Angel's hair.

Randy nodded. "Sure, I'd consider it a personal insult if you didn't."

"Great, we'll be back same time tomorrow." Lindsey shook his friends hand, and walked away to the bar, tugging on Angel's leash. Lindsey motioned for Angel to kneel in front of him, between him and the bar.

"Suck me, and make it last."

Angel grinned, jumping at the change to pleasure his master for the first time that night. Enthusiastically, Angel pulled his Master's semi-hard cock out of its denim enclosure, and engulfed it immediately. Lindsey groaned, receiving several smirks from other nearby masters who had their slaves doing the same.

Ten minutes later Lindsey still had his cock firmly resting in his boy's mouth, smiling to himself as he rubbed his hand through Angel's hair. He grinned as he remembered the fight Angel had put up when he had told him not to use anymore of that hair gel. Of course, he knew Angel had only fought him so he could be punished. He expected, and loved that, about his slave.

Lindsey snapped back to reality as his felt his slave tense, his cock falling from Angel's mouth.

Kneeling beside Angel, Lindsey rested a hand on his naked shoulder. "Angel? Baby? What's wrong?"

Angel looked up at Lindsey, his brow knitted in a mix of worry and fear. "Spike. He's.he's here. I can feel him."

Lindsey placed a kiss on Angel's forehead. "He's here in the club? Or nearby?"

"I'd say I'm in the club." Spike leered at Lindsey. "Who the fuck are you?"

Lindsey stood, squaring off against the blonde. "I'm Lindsey McDonald, Angel's master."

Spike nearly pissed himself laughing. "So Angel finally decided to whore himself out! I guess it's about the only thing he's good at!"

Lindsey gave a small smile, and followed it with a punch that resulted in a satisfying crunch. Within seconds, Xander was in front of Spike, about to kick the crap out of the man who dared to touch his beloved.

As quickly as Xander had appeared, he disappeared behind Spike again. He didn't have much of a choice as Spike grabbed him, and threw him back. "I didn't fucking tell you to move, bitch."

Lindsey noticed that Angel had moved closer to him, curling himself around his leg, as if he needed protection from Spike.

"So, you're Spike. Can't say I'm impressed."

"That a fact? And just because you're boning that miserable bastard, you think you're all that?" Spike smirked, hooking his thumbs into his jeans.

"That's one of many reasons. Another would be I know I could beat the crap out of you right now, and you couldn't do a thing to stop me. And then I'd let Angel do whatever he wants to you. So, if I were you, I'd drop the fucking attitude."

Spike was about to reply, when Lindsey walked away, having been distracted by Angel tugging on his trousers to get his attention. "What?"

"Master, the man Spike's with. His name's Xander, I used to know him. He would *never* agree to this willingly."

The question didn't need to be asked. Lindsey helped sometimes with his slave's day job at Angel Investigations, but all Angel had to do was give him those damnable puppy dog eyes and he knew he had to help. "Stand up for me, baby."

Angel stood beside him, his head bowed. With a quick glance at his master, and receiving permission, Angel spoke. "Xander? I need you tell me something, ok? Is Spike forcing you into this?"

Xander looked shocked, immediately taking hold of Spike's hand. "No! Spike would never hurt me on purpose! I love him!"

Spike winked at Angel, before possessively capturing Xander's mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.

Angel looked back at his master, silently asking permission to speak. A simple nod granted him that permission.

"Please, can we go back to the hotel? I should call Xander's friends."

Lindsey nodded. "Put on your jeans. We're going now." Angel collected his jeans, his only item of clothing, and followed his master home.

Ten minutes later, Lindsey and Angel were in Lindsey's private room. From the second Angel had walked into the privacy of the hotel, he had jumped out of his jeans, another rule being that Angel was always to be naked when they were alone.

"Willow?" Angel spoke into the phone, sitting cross-legged on Lindsey's king size bed. Lindsey massaged Angel's neck as he spoke.

"Angel?"

"Willow, I need to talk to you about Xander. Has he.been acting differently? Especially around Spike?" Angel gasped as Lindsey's hand trailed down to his nipples, pinching them slightly.

"They've both disappeared. We haven't seen them since yesterday. What do you know, Angel?"

"I saw them together today. They looked like they were a couple. I'm pretty sure it's an.abusive relationship." Lindsey stopped his groping as he heard the sobs coming from the phone. The human slipped an arm around Angel, pulling him into a loving hug.

"I, uh, I'll be there as soon as possible. Please, Angel, help him." With that, Willow hung up the phone.

Angel slumped in his Master's hold. Lindsey kissed his slave's neck, telling him to lie back as he felt the tears wrack Angel's body.

"Come on, baby. Tell me what's wrong. It's more than what I know, isn't it?"

Angel nodded. "Xander.he was.he was my lover. My first master."

Lindsey lay on top of his naked slave, looking him in the eye. "Tell me."

Without hesitation, Angel began to tell the story. "Xander had found me after I returned from hell. He hated me, hated what I had done to him and his friends. He told me Buffy had run away and hadn't come back. He was shouting at me, yelling, and I stood there, taking it all. Then he punched me. I started crying, my first show of emotion since I got back from hell. I was on my knees in front of him, begging for punishment, begging him to use me as he saw fit."

Tears began to fall from Angel's eyes. With a gentle smile, Lindsey wiped them away. "And the rest?"

"At first he told me I was sick, that I should get the hell away from him. I didn't mention I could smell his arousal. The next night he came back to the mansion, and started talking to me."

*December 1998*

Tentatively, Xander walked into the mansion, seeing Angel sitting in the same place he had been last night. "I'd say we could watch TV together, but you were always to cheap to buy one."

Angel jumped at Xander's voice. Now standing, he fidgeted nervously. "Yeah, I never really saw the point."

"Well, I brought a book. I thought I could read to you." Xander held the book up. "It's your basic love triangle, but it's the only one I could find that was set in 1753."

Words couldn't express how grateful Angel was. "Um.thanks."

Minutes later the pair were lying on the couch, Angel's head resting on Xander's lap. Xander's voice wafted through the air, soothing Angel's soul.

Hours later, Xander finished reading. "Do you have to go?"

Xander smiled, quelling his worries. "No, I can stay."

Neither man moved. Angel found comfort in Xander gently stroking his forehead. "Do you think I should be punished?"

Xander frowned, motioning for Angel to sit up. "Punished? For what?"

Now it was Angel's time to frown. "For what I did before I got sent to hell. I killed so many people. I nearly killed you." Tears were threatening to fall.

"Do you want to be punished?" Xander asked, lifting Angel's chin up. Angel nodded, his tears falling freely. "Lie over my knee." Angel frowned again, not moving. "Now." Came the strict command. This time Angel moved, across Xander's knee immediately. "Take those jeans off." Angel shrugged out of them, his tears lessening.

Xander gasped at the perfect ass lying in front of him, the feeling of Angel's cock pressed against his leg. Angel whimpered as Xander brought his hand down, slapping Angel's ass.

"I didn't hear you say 'thank you, Xander'."

Immediately, Angel voiced his thanks.

Half an hour later, Angel's ass was bright red, his cock fully erect. "Xander, please.I need you, I want you so much."

Xander's voice became husky, driven with desire. "Tell me what you want."

Angel thrusted his ass into the air. "Please, Xander, fuck me! I need you in me, I want to be yours!"

Xander grinned, and spanked Angel again. "You want to be mine? You want me to own you?"

Angel's reply was screamed. "Yes! Please! I want to be yours, your property, your slave!"

Xander's grin grew. "Angel, sit up for me." Angel did as he was told, still sitting on Xander's lap, smiling shyly as he saw Xander's grin. "I want that too, so much. I'm sure you can feel how much I want that." The grin grew that much more. "But I want to take it slowly, ok?"

Angel nodded slowly. "How slowly, Master?" He whispered 'Master', not sure if it was too soon.

Xander's cock jumped at hearing that word, forcing him to claim Angel's mouth as his own. Angel responded, allowing Xander to dominate his mouth.

Tears began to fall down Angel's cheek again, immediately making Xander pull back from the kiss to look up at his lover, his slave. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Angel wrapped his arms around Xander, resting his head against his master's chest. "Please don't leave me, please don't leave me."

***end flashback***

Angel looked up at Lindsey, then quickly looked away, embarrassed of sharing that emotional part of his life.

Angel looked back up at his master with a look of surprise as Lindsey placed a chaste kiss on his lips.

"I love you." Lindsey murmured, his hand trailing down Angel's body. "Now, come on, I'm sure you can feel how hard I am. All for you, baby."

Angel grinned, lowering himself down Lindsey's body, positioning himself over his master's cock. Knowing how the young man liked it, Angel slammed down on the cock he loved to worship, shouting at the pain that coursed through him.

Lindsey moaned, thrashing around underneath Angel. Angel rode his masterenthusiastically, gasping as Lindsey stroked his painfully erect cock.

Within seconds Angel came over Lindsey's chest.

"Aahh, Angel! Damn, you feel so good around me! Ride me, baby!" Angel did, his muscles clenching around Lindsey's cock, his master screaming out his completion.

Lindsey was grinning again. "Come on baby, lie next to me."

Angel did as he was told, a mirror of his master's grin reflected on his own face.

"You know you need to be punished. You came without permission." Lindsey glanced at his lover, his grin taking on an evil slant.

Angel's eyes widened. "Sorry, Master." The vampire's tone suggested he was anything but sorry.

Lindsey's expression turned serious as he lay on his side, facing his slave. "I need you to promise me something, Angel."

"Anything. Anything for you, Master."

"What you did just now, riding me without preparing yourself, I don't want you to do that again, ok?" Lindsey stroked his vampire's face tenderly. "I don't want to hurt you that way. I can't stand people who use sex as some kind of a weapon. I won't be one of those people."

Angel looked away from the young man. "I thought that was what you wanted."

Attempting to reassure his boy, Lindsey placed a kiss on his forehead. "It is, baby. But not at the expense of hurting you."

"But I'm a vampire. The pain and damage doesn't last that long."

"That's not the point. I hurt you when I want to hurt, understand? I never want to hurt you when I'm inside you. So, from now on, there's a new rule I want you to follow." Lindsey absentmindedly tweaked Angel's left nipple. "From now on, I want you to keep yourself lubed for me, ok? All the time. I want to be able to take you whenever I want."

The grin returned to Angel's face. "Yes, Master."

It seemed the grin was infectious, as Lindsey sat up. "Now, lets talk about your punishment."

"Yeah, I'd like to see Angel getting punished." Spike sauntered into the bedroom, Xander behind him.

It didn't take Lindsey long to jump from the bed and violently backhand Spike. Xander moved to attack Lindsey. He didn't get far as Angel grabbed Xander, taking him out of reach of his master.

"Angel, you keep Xander here. I'll take Spike to the basement." Without waiting for a reply Lindsey walked from the room, dragging the unconscious form of Spike with him.

Three hours later

Willow walked into the hotel, calling out for Angel. Within seconds, Angel came bounding the stairs, dressed in only a pair of jeans.

"Angel! What's going on? Where's Xander?" Tears were streaking down Willow's face.

"He's upstairs. I had to tie him up, he went crazy when we took Spike to the basement." Angel put an arm around Willow, attempting to comfort the distraught woman.

"I just don't get it. Why would Xander allow himself to get in a relationship with Spike? And why would Spike do this? Especially after getting his soul back."

Angel tensed. "His soul? He's got his soul back?"

Willow looked up at Angel, confused evident on her face. "Yeah, he's had it for a few months now."

"Willow, didn't you ever wonder how Spike became a master vampire after only 120 years of existence?"

A slight shake of the head. "No, not really."

Angel sighed. "When Spike was human, he led a double life. By day he was a poet, trying to win the charms of the woman he loved. By night, he'd hunt down whoever he wanted and brutally rape and murder them."

"And we left Xander with that? Oh god, what do we do?" Willow became frantic, desperately seeking answers.

"Is there anyway you can take this soul away?"

Willow nodded. "Take me to him."

"Angel, can you bring Xander down here please?" Willow asked the vampire, not looking away from Spike.

"Gotta tell you, Red. Xander is so accommodating, last night he bent over for in a graveyard. I made him bleed, and he thanked me for it. Such a little whore." Spike smirked, quirking an eyebrow as he saw Xander being dragged into the basement by Angel, Lindsey walking beside him.

"Spike! I tried, I really tried to get away!" Xander screamed, tears falling down his cheeks.

Still keeping her eyes on Spike, Willow began to chant.

Demon, your soul no longer
belongs to you, Mighty
Rofocale, scatter his soul
to the four corners of the world.

"Aagh, fuck! You fucking bitch, I'll rip your spine out!" Anymore words became impossible as Spike's body arched up, a blinding white light emanating from his body.

Spirit, depart! Soul
depart! Leave this one and
leave him bereft and unclean!

The white light left Spike's body, and blinked away. The chained vampire looked up at no one in particular, tears beginning to fall. "X.Xander?"

Angel let go of Xander, allowing the human to run to the blond vampire. "Spike? Baby?"

"Xander? I'm.I'm so sorry baby. I can't believe I did." Spike looked into Xander's eyes. Turning his attention to Willow, Spike became frantic. "Burn my pants! Do it!"

Willow frowned in confusion. "What? Why the hell.?"

"The jacket! I took part of the jacket and sewed it into my jeans! It's why Xander's in love with me! Destroy the fucking jeans!" Spike screamed.

Unconsciously, Angel took hold of Lindsey's hand, squeezing it gently, looking for support.

Without hesitation, Willow stripped the jeans from Spike's body, and set fire to them with a quick incantation. The fabric burned, and Xander pulled away from Spike.

"Spike? What the fuck happene- oh my god, I remember!" Xander recoiled, confusion and disgust written over his face.

Looking for permission, and receiving it immediately, Angel enveloped Xander in a comforting hug, gently asking him if he'd like to come back upstairs with him and Lindsey. Xander silently agreed.

Stopping at the door, Xander turned back to Willow. "Wills, I can't -"

"I understand. Angel, is it ok if I stay in another room?" Willow brushed away her own tears.

"Of course." Angel smiled at the redhead, then walked away, holding his master's hand.

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