Xander and Lindsey sat together in the reception area, sipping on cups of coffee.

"Feeling any better?" Lindsey asked, concern written across his face.

"Not really. It keeps hitting me again and again, you know?" Xander let out a sad laugh, realising he was sharing more with this man he'd only met today, than with any of his friends. "You don't need to hear me talking about this. I'll leave you alone."

Lindsey reached across the desk, placing his hand upon Xander's. "I do want to hear, and not just to help you. You were a huge part of Angel's life, and I'd like to get to know you."

A small smile passed across Xander's face. "Thanks. So how's Angel doing? You taking good care of him?"

Now it was Lindsey's turn to laugh. "Yeah, I am. He takes care of me too. I love him."

"Good. I'm glad for both of you."

"Can I give you some advice?" Lindsey's expression turned from amusement to concern again.

"Sure."

"Go deal with it. Spike's been chained up downstairs for hours, and you're drinking coffee with me. You're not going to have the chance to be happy until you talk to him. Angel and I will be here for you, and Willow's still in her room." Lindsey's hand was still resting on Xander's, reassuring the younger man.

"Do you, uh, mind if I stay in the same room as Angel tonight? I can't share this stuff with Willow, and I've already shared so much with Angel."

Lindsey smiled. "Yeah, sure you can. There's a king size bed in my room, the three of us can share. He has that effect on you too, huh?"

"Completely calming me when I feel like I'm going to explode? Yep, he definitely does that."

~~~~

Xander crept into the basement, trying not to make any sound. Spike, of course, knew Xander was there.

"Xander, I know you're there." Spike looked up, his body hanging limp against the chains. "Please.talk to me?" It wasn't a command, it was a question.

"I don't know how to say this. I've got it worked out in my head, I'm just not sure how to say it, so I'm just going to go with it." Xander took a deep breath, and moved closer to the chained up vampire. "I know it wasn't you. I know it was the soul. I'm trying to get it separated in my head, but I just look at you and I want to."

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I know that means fuck all to you, but I am. I'll do anything to prove it to you." Tears trickled down Spike's face.

Without saying a word, Xander wiped the tears away.

"Before I met you, before I got the chip.I never raped. It's disgusting, and I would never do that. Not to you, not to anyone." Spike looked away from Xander, disgusted with himself.

Still silent, Xander pulled a key from his pocket and set Spike from the chains. "You can sleep upstairs."

~~~~

"So he's next door?" Lindsey asked, lying next to his slave on the king size bed. "You're sure that's a good idea?"

Xander smirked at the couple, both lying naked under the covers. "No, but I need to do this. I'm going to sleep in the same room as him tonight."

Lindsey nodded. "I understand. Do you want Angel to stay awake? He can listen to what's happening next door, can't you baby?"

Angel nodded at Xander, smiling gently. "Anything I can do to help."

Xander returned the smile. "Thanks for the offer, but you'll hear me scream if anything happens." Flashing a smile at Lindsey, Xander left the room.

"He's brave, I'll give him that." Lindsey placed a kiss on Angel's neck. "I can see why you loved him."

Angel whimpered. "Master.please.can I."

Lindsey chuckled to himself. "Can you what, baby?"

Angel began to blush, still embarrassed about voicing his sexual needs. "Can I touch myself? Please, Master?"

Lindsey grinned. "You know the rules, Angel. I haven't had my fun yet."

Angel cursed himself. "Sorry." Lindsey barely heard the apology.

Lindsey frowned. "Stop that. I know I punish you when you don't know the rules, but it's all good natured, right? You know I love you, and I know you love me."

Angel smiled shyly, looking into Lindsey's eyes for a second, before looking away.

Lindsey returned the smile, placing a chaste kiss on Angel's lips. "Tell me what's wrong."

Angel shrugged, his belly tensing as Lindsey began to stroke his hands over the tight muscles. "Being so close to Xander.it's bringing up memories from a bad time."

"When you came back from hell?" Lindsey asked, his voice quiet, yet comforting. Angel nodded in response. "Want to talk about it?"

"Not really, Master." Angel's gaze fell, afraid he'd hurt his Master by not confiding in him. "Is.is that ok?"

"Of course it is." Lindsey wrapped his arms around Angel, letting his warmth heat up his lover. "You know I could make you tell me."

Angel smiled. "Yeah, I know."

Lindsey grinned to himself, letting his eyes close. "Just as long as you know."

~~~~

Xander stood in his room, not sure whether to move over to Spike, who was currently sitting the corner, crying, or just go to bed.

"Sit on the bed. I want to talk." Spike looked up at Xander, shocked that he hadn't feel the human enter the room.

Spike mumbled something Xander couldn't make out, and sat on the bed. Xander sat next to him.

"I want you to know I don't blame you." Xander's eyes were fixed on the ground, not looking at the vampire sitting next to him. Spike's head snapped up, amazed that Xander could forgive him. "It wasn't you, I know that."

Spike's hand rested on Xander's thigh. "I.thank you. You don't know how much that means to me." Tears began to fall down Spike's cheeks. "I don't know how you can forgive me. I honestly don't."

Xander looked up at Spike. "Tell me why. Why you got the soul when you knew what William was like."

Spike sobbed, the tears falling onto the bed sheets. "I thought.after what happened with Buffy, I thought I was as bad as the soul. I've never raped anyone, Xander, you have to believe me. But then I tried to rape Buffy, so I figured I was as bad as the soul. So I went and got it back."

Xander sighed. "I understand, really I do. And I believe that you never raped anyone. The thing with Buffy.you wanted someone to love you, right? I've felt like that before. Anya, Cordelia, Angel."

Spike froze. "Angel? You were with Angel? When?"

Xander shrugged. "About four years ago, after he came back from hell. He needed to be loved as much as I did. He was my slave. Lasted about a year."

"Why'd you break up?"

Xander tensed. "I.don't really want to talk about that. I'd rather talk about you."

Spike frowned. "Me?"

"You're in pain? Emotionally, I mean. I want to help with that." Xander's face was the picture of sincerity.

He wants me to be his slave? "You mean.what exactly do you mean?" Spike frowned, not entirely sure if what he thought Xander was implying was really what he meant.

Xander took a deep breath. "When we.me and your soul, whatever, when we were together, in whatever way, it felt good. Just to have someone around me, inside me. I'd like that again. Not the same as before, obviously."

"You want me to be your slave? Like Angel was? Like I made.like what happened before?" Spike asked, confused as to why Xander would want to even be in the same room as him, let alone be with him.

Xander shook his head. "When I found Angel, after he came back from hell, I yelled at him. I knew he wasn't Angelus, but I still did it. Hit him a few times too. He said he forgave me, but I never forgave myself. I can see the difference now, even if it's the other way around with you. What I'm saying is, I know that you're not the same person who raped me. But I do know that, deep down, you want to be loved. And so do I. I'm not saying I love you, or that you love me, but I'd like to give it a try, if you're willing."

Spike smiled, not making eye contact with Xander. "I don't think I could submit to you like that. There'd always be a part of me that'll want to rebel."

Xander's hand brushed through Spike's hair. "I don't expect miracles, but I do expect respect, ok? And, um, if you, y'know, don't wanna call me Sir, or anything, that's ok."

Spike's fingers intertwined with Xander's. "We'll take baby steps."

Xander smiled shyly. "You might have guessed I'm not exactly suave around you."

"Because of.what I did?"

Xander shook his head forcefully. "You didn't do anything. Listen to me. You did not rape me. Repeat after me. I did not rape Xander."

Spike couldn't bring himself to look at Xander, preferring to stare at his lap. "Ididn'trapeXander."

Xander gently lifted Spike's chin with a finger. "Do you believe that?"

Spike shrugged. "Said it 'cos you wanted me to."

Xander nodded. "Thought so. You tired?"

Spike nodded, still staring at his lap. Spike jumped in surprise as Xander began to pull his jacket off, calming enough for Xander to succeed.

Leaving his clothes on, Xander lay on the bed, dragging Spike down with him, so the vampire was curled in his embrace. "Sleep now. We'll talk more tomorrow."

~~~~

The next morning, Lindsey lay naked on the bed, watching as Angel came out the bathroom, equally nude.

"You all lubed up?" Lindsey grinned as Angel blushed, muttering that he had done so in the bathroom. "The gang here yet?"

Angel nodded as he rifled through his chest of drawers. "Wes and Connor are downstairs." Angel held out a pair of black underwear to his Master.

"No underwear today. I want easy access to my baby." Lindsey smiled, holding out his hands, silently telling Angel to lie with him. Angel threw the underwear back into the drawer, and bounded onto the bed, immediately enclosed in Lindsey's embrace. "Feeling any better?"

Angel shrugged. "I guess."

Lindsey sighed, gently massaging Angel's bare arms. "Do you want me to send Xander away? I like him, but if he's making you hurt then I'll send him away."

Angel turned in Lindsey's embrace, facing his Master. "No! It's not him. I've just never.dealt with my time in." Angel couldn't finish the sentence.

"Hell?" Lindsey whispered, his voice choked with emotion.

"Yeah." Angel's voice was small, desperately trying to control his own emotions.

The couple lay together for several minutes in comfortable silence. "The sale on the house has nearly gone through. I want you to move in with me."

Angel lay still, gazing into Lindsey's eyes. "You.want me to move in with you?"

Lindsey smiled, kissing Angel's cheek. "Of course I do. It's only a few miles away, so you'll still be able to work at the hotel, and it's got a lot of room, so you won't be losing a lot. And we can bring Xander and Spike with us, until they get on their feet, and--" Lindsey was cut off as Angel enveloped him in a giant hug, smothering Lindsey in kisses. "Hey hey, calm down!" Lindsey laughed as Angel did as was told, his face one huge smile. "If you want, I'll talk to Wes about bringing Connor up there on the weekends. That ok?"

Angel responded by kissing Lindsey affectionately, surrendering as Lindsey plundered his mouth with his tongue. "Thank you." Angel tried his hardest to convey his emotions in those two words.

Lindsey's smile brightened his face, as it always did when Angel's eyes lightened up. "Go make nice with your son, I'll go talk to Wes. And we're gonna check the house out tonight." Lindsey smacked Angel's ass as he stood, delighting in Angel's surprised gasp.

~~~~

Wes sat on the couch, Connor sitting between his legs on the floor. Connor smiled as Wes played with his hair. "I'm sorry."

Connor looked up at Wesley. "I told you, it's ok. I.I like it that rough, um.Sir"

Wesley patted his lap, indicating for Connor to sit there, which the youth immediately did. "You don't like calling me Sir, do you?"

Connor shrugged. "I like the idea.giving you control and everything, but saying that makes it too.I don't know the word."

"Real?"

"No! I like that it's real! What I mean is, it makes it seem.seedy, that's it." Connor looked away, ashamed. "Do you hate me now?"

Wes looked shocked, though he knew of the teen's self esteem problem. "Connor, look at me." Connor did. "Nothing you can do would ever make me hate you. If you have a problem with calling me Sir, then don't. You accept me as your Master, don't you?" Wesley asked, already knowing the answer.

Connor looked Wes in the eyes, desperately trying to make Wesley believe he belonged to him, and him only. "Yes! I love you! Only you!" Connor buried his head against Wesley's chest, holding back his sobs.

Wes stroked Connor's hair. "I love you too."

Connor rested against Wesley, thankful beyond words he had found Wesley. He hoped one day he could find the courage to tell Wesley how grateful he was. Connor fisted Wes' shirt as he felt a tear trickle down his cheek.

Wes stood as he saw Angel walk down the stairs, Connor doing the same.

Angel knew of Connor's relationship with Wesley, even approved of it, but he wished he could get closer to his son. "Hi Connor."

"Hi." Connor muttered, not looking at his father.

Wesley offered his greetings to Angel, before taking Connor by the hand and leading him into the office, locking the door and drawing the blinds. "I think you should make up with your father."

Connor flew into a rage. "Don't you think I'm trying to?! Every time I'm about to see him, I have it in my head to try and be nice, but when I see him, I can't! I fucking can't!"

Wesley calmed himself, pushing himself against Connor. "Kneel."

Connor stood defiant, his pride not letting him show his submissiveness.

Wesley rested on his hands on Connor's shoulders. "I said KNEEL." Wes shouted the last word, shocking Connor into doing that exact thing. "When we go back out there, you will try your best to be nice to Angel. You and him have a lot more in common than you realise, and you would realise that if gave him a chance. He's a good man."

Connor looked up at Wes, making eye contact. "I.scared." Connor whispered, mentally cursing himself for showing weakness.

Wes knelt in front of Connor, resting his forehead against Connor's. "I know you are, I would be too." Connor looked startled, as if it were a revelation that Wesley could feel fear. "Promise me you'll try. Lindsey's told me Angel is really cut up that you won't talk to him."

"I'll try." Connor smiled tentatively. "Thanks."

Wesley returned the smile. "Anything I can do to help." Wes stood as he heard a knock on the door. "You can stand." Connor stood.

Angel smiled at Wes as he opened the door. "Lindsey wants to talk to you. He's in the kitchen." Wes nodded, and made his way to the kitchen. Angel walked into the office, smile awkwardly at his son. "Hi."

Connor returned the smile. "Hi. Um.Wes wants me to talk to you, but I.don't really know where to start."

Angel sat on a chair. "I could start, if you want." Connor nodded in response. "Is there anything you want to know about me? Stuff you don't know?"

Connor shrugged. "I guess I always wondered how.how you can love. I've been told all my life that vampire's can't love."

Angel took the question in his stride. "You know I have a soul. It enables me to love, to care for people. Something I couldn't do before I had it."

Connor nodded. "That's how you can love Lindsey."

Angel smiled shyly, deciding to grab onto this new truce. "Yeah, and you. Do you, maybe want to go out to the movies or something?"

Connor returned the smile. "I'd like that." To his surprise, Connor realised that not only did he want to do this because Wes wanted him to, but because he wanted to get to know his father.

~~~~

"Hey, Angel told me you want to speak to me?" Wes walked into the kitchen, spotting Lindsey making a pot of coffee.

"Yeah, me and Angel are moving in together." Lindsey smiled as Wesley offered his congratulations. "Thanks. Anyway, we'd both appreciate it if you and Connor would come to visit on us weekends. We're only gonna be a few miles away."

Wes smiled as he sat down at the table. "I'm sure Connor would like that. Me too, in fact."

Lindsey sat, bringing the pot of coffee with him. "I'm having some equipment installed. If you'd like, I could set up a room for you and Connor."

Wes shook his head. "We haven't moved on to anything like that yet. Connor is too insecure, it would be too easy for him to convince himself that what I would be doing would be to harm him, not for pleasure."

Lindsey agreed. "He's a good kid, he just needs some help seeing the grey instead of the black and white. He's lucky to have you."

"And Angel, you."

~~~~

Xander awoke in the same position as he had fallen asleep in, smiling as he saw Spike staring at him. "Hey."

"Hey."

Xander noticed that Spike was naked. He definitely wasn't naked when he had fallen asleep. "Um.why are you naked?"

Spike looked away, before summoning the courage to look Xander in the eyes again. "I. I was thinking all night, and I want.I want to be yours. I'm not saying I won't rebel against you, but I'm saying I would like to be yours."

Xander nodded, smiling. "Don't take this the wrong way, but I'm not ready to have sex with you yet." Xander winced as saw the look of hurt pass across Spike's face. "Not because of what happened before, but because I've rushed into sex before, and it's never been good, so put your clothes on and we'll make our way downstairs."

Spike nodded, smiling ecstatically as he put his clothes on.

~~~~

Angel and Connor walked into the kitchen, both smiling, their eyes resting on their respective Masters.

"I suppose it went well?" Wesley asked, opening his hands out to Connor, who immediately sat on his lap.

"Yeah, it went great. We're going to the movies tomorrow." Connor grinned, resting his head against Wes'.

Lindsey smiled, walking over to his slave, hugging him. "I'm proud of you." Lindsey whispered, not letting anyone but Angel hear him. "Get upstairs, and present yourself." Also in a whisper.

Angel excused himself, shooting a smile at Connor, before running upstairs.

Lindsey sat back at the table, smiling as Connor and Wes kissed. "Aww, you guys are so cute."

Wes laughed as Connor mock scowled at Lindsey, who stuck his tongue out in response. "Shouldn't you be upstairs?" Wes asked, raising an eyebrow.

Lindsey shook his head. "Angel will wait. I want to make sure Xander's ok first."

"Xander? Harris? He's here?" Wes asked, concern written across his face.

"Yeah, it's a long story. Willow Rosenburg is here too, you know her too?" Lindsey asked, quickly making cutting motions as he spotted Xander and Spike walking into the kitchen. "Hey Xander."

"Hey." Xander smiled, as he poured himself a cup of coffee.

Lindsey glanced at Wesley. "Everything ok?"

Xander nodded, wrapping an arm around Spike's waist. "Yeah, everything's great." Lindsey nodded, and stood.

"If you'll excuse me, there's a vampire upstairs waiting for me."

~~~~

Lindsey walked into the bedroom, seeing Angel lie on the bed, his knees bought up to his chest, three fingers delving into his body. "You started without me."

Angel looked at Lindsey, his face flushed, a wicked smile playing across his face. "Maybe I need to be spanked."

Lindsey grinned as began to undress. "Maybe I shouldn't let you come for a month."

Angel's face fell. "If.if it pleases you, Master." Angel immediately jumped off the bed, helping his Master undressed. Once Lindsey was completely naked, Angel knelt at his feet, kissing them both once.

"I wouldn't do that to you, baby. Not today, anyway." Lindsey smiled as Angel looked up at him, obviously ecstatic that he had, in effect, been told he could come. "Lie on the bed. Open your legs for me."

Obediently, Angel got into position, the eagerness showing on his face. Lindsey followed slowly, taking the time to admire the view. As he climbed on the bed, his hands ran up Angel's legs, leading him in closer until he was as close as he needed to be. Lube in hand, he rubbed some across his finger, before pushing it into Angel.

Angel went to help, but Lindsey pushed him back down, gently. "Let me."

With his free hand, he began to rub the lubrication across his hardening cock. Preparing them both at the same time was both an erotic sight and a great feeling for them both. Small moans of pleasure began and before Lindsey exploded, he pushed into Angel, feeling the tight muscles clasp his cock perfectly.

Angel tensed slightly, but soon strained moans distorted, and were replaced by agonized groans of pleasure, no longer just from Angel. Lindsey pushed in deeper, his hands grasping Angel's hips and running down his legs.

"Master." Angel whimpered desperately, seeking more but being cut off by his Master's lips, grazing his own before they possessively captured Angel's in a fierce kiss. Hands stretched across open skin, working every nerve in the body to satisfaction before resting against both cheeks, holding them together.

Each thrust moved their bodies simultaneously, bringing them both nearer completion. Lindsey's breath was deep with intense exhaustion from pure need. Angel looked up at him with profound adoration, moving his hips to meet his Master's moves the way he knew Lindsey liked it.

Lindsey could feel Angel's cock, pressing between them as they moved, knowing that every time his body brushed over it, Angel would get that bit closer.

Angel was in agony, his own cock hard with need, knowing his Master would eventually allow him to come, but fearing the moment would never arrive. Time stood still as he felt Lindsey's cock hit his prostate, sending an explosion through his body. "Please, Master, please.I need to.come." He gasped.

Lindsey smiled, shifting slightly until his hand wrapped around Angel's cock. Still moving inside the vampire, Lindsey began to move his hand slowly, revelling in Angel's moan. "Like that? Want some more?"

Angel bit his lip and nodded, not trusting himself to try to form words.

"Since you've been such a good boy." Lindsey said, teasingly. His hand sped up, tightening slightly as he began to thrust harder. "You can come." He whispered, feeling himself getting closer.

The sight of Angel coming beneath him, crying out with released pleasure, drove him wild, and with a few last thrusts, he came.

For minutes, the couple lay still, spent. Lindsey lifted his head, looking his slave in the eyes. "I'm so proud of you, baby."

Angel frowned, his brain not capable of thought on the higher levels.

Lindsey smiled. "For what you did with Connor."

Angel returned the smile. "He's my son." No further explanation needed.

"You know you're going to be punished for touching yourself."

Angel grinned, kissing his Master. "Yeah, I know."

~~~~

Later that day, minutes after the sun had set, Lindsey ordered Angel into his car. "Come on!" Lindsey walked back into the hotel, laughing quietly as he saw Angel play-fighting with Connor, deciding to let Angel have his moment with his son.

Connor taunted his father. "Come on, old man, show me what you've got."

Angel grinned, circling his son. Suddenly, he launched into a roundhouse kick, which Connor easily dodged. Connor took the advantage, landing a punch to Angel's midsection, who fell to the ground in mock-pain. "Ah, you got me!"

Connor laughed, playfully kicking Angel's leg. "Old timer." Angel jumped up, spotting Lindsey standing by the door. "Sorry, I forgot."

Lindsey grinned. "No, please, go ahead. You're having fun."

Angel smiled back, turning to Connor. "I'll see you tomorrow, ok? Pick out a movie, I'm ok with anything."

Connor nodded. "I'll do that. Bye." Angel turned, smiling at Lindsey, who immediately took hold of his hand, and walked out the door.

Angel sat in the passenger's seat, smiling as Lindsey sat in the driver's seat.

"You're doing that a lot lately." Lindsey stated. Angel's expression clearly told Lindsey he had no clue what he meant. "Smiling."

Angel rested his hand on Lindsey's thigh. "I guess I've got a few things to smile about." Lindsey rested his hand upon Angel's, driving away.

It took an hour, and a quick blowjob, for the couple to arrive at the new house. Angel was very excited, he had never seen this house before, though he knew his Master had on many occasions.

Lindsey smiled as Angel rocked on the balls of his feet. Still smiling, Lindsey through Angel the keys. "Go open up, wait inside."

Angel caught the keys, smiling manically. "Yes, Sir." And ran off towards the front door.

Lindsey followed, walking at a brisk pace, smiling as he saw Angel stop once he opened for the door, obviously dumbfounded. He'd had the place completely furnished, including a basement which had been redesigned as a dungeon, and one of the six bedrooms had been converted to another play room, thanks to his friend Randy, who owned the local S&M club. Lindsey wrapped his arms around Angel's waist, resting on his crotch. "You like?"

Angel took a deep, unneeded, breath, controlling his emotions. "Yeah.I more than like.I love."

Lindsey kissed Angel's neck. "Remember, this is our house, and we're alone, so you've got no need for those clothes." Angel immediately slipped out of Lindsey's embrace and stripped. "Right, it's got six bedrooms, well five. I had one converted to a play room for us. Three bathrooms, and an industrial sized kitchen. All furnished."

Angel turned, utterly naked, looking Lindsey in the eye. "When can we move in?"

Lindsey smiled at Angel's enthusiasm. "We can sleep here tonight, and move our clothes and other stuff in tomorrow. I got some things to show you around here." Lindsey took Angel by the hand, and began to walk into the two storey house, heading straight for the staircase to their right.

Lindsey led Angel into a huge room, which was bare, barring a large bed. "This is your room." Angel looked at Lindsey with a look of shock and love across his face. "You can personalise however you want, just don't add a door." Angel looked behind him and realised there was no door, which was in keeping the third rule he lived by: no privacy. "You'll be sleeping in my bed, but in case you want a place that's just your own, this is it." Lindsey turned, grabbing Angel's balls in a grip that would have had a human begging for mercy, but merely turned Angel on even more. "There's only one thing you can't do in this room, and that's touch yourself, hear me?"

Angel nodded seriously. "Of course, Sir." Lindsey knew Angel would never seriously go against his wishes, but it never hurt to reaffirm his control.

The next room was the bedroom that had been converted into a playroom. Angel stood, flabbergasted, as he took in the vast array of whips, torture racks, knives, dildos, vibrators of all sizes, and various other sexual toys, which decorated the walls of this wondrous room. "Good to know this room had the desired effect." Lindsey smirked, as he watched Angel's hardening penis. Angel blushed, but didn't try to hide his manhood. "If you're a good boy, I might let you jack off tonight." Lindsey smiled as Angel's eyes widened slightly.

They passed three more empty rooms before coming to Lindsey's room, which was decorated completely in oak panel, including the four-poster bed. This room was by far the largest of the bedrooms. Angel wrapped his arm around Lindsey, hugging the young man. "It's all beautiful."

Lindsey let out a small laugh as Angel hugged him tightly. "You haven't seen the giant screen TV yet."

Angel mock-gasped as he pulled away from Lindsey. "Giant?"

Lindsey grinned, walking back to the staircase. "Yep, and a DVD player, PlayStation 2, the latest PC. I figured Connor would appreciate all that stuff, it's not like you would."

Angel shook his head, walking after Lindsey. "Oh, no, not me." Which was followed by a loud laugh from Lindsey.

After showing Angel around the dining room, the kitchen and the living room, Lindsey sat on the large three-seater couch, Angel lying at his feet, both idly watching TV. "Wes is gonna bring Connor over on Friday. They're spending the weekend."

Angel turned his head to look up at Lindsey, unconsciously stroking his Master's leg.

Lindsey immediately sensed Angel's distress. "Don't worry, Connor will be nowhere near the basement or the playroom, I promise."

Angel nodded slowly, knowing that if Wesley wanted to expand Connor's horizons, he couldn't do anything about it. A part of him didn't want to, either. It was obvious to everyone how they felt about each other, so it was logical that they would.Angel decided that if he though about that anymore, he'd have to stake himself. "Thank you."

Lindsey ruffled Angel's hair. "It's got nothing to do with me, Wes thinks that Connor's too insecure to get into anything.more than what they've been doing."

"That makes sense, I guess." Angel gave Lindsey a quick smile, then returned his attention to the television.

Lindsey patted his thigh, gesturing for Angel to sit on his lap. Angel immediately did so. "Are you ok with Connor and Wes? I know no father likes to think of his son having sex, but is it more than that?"

Angel shook his head. "I guess it's the sex thing, but he's mature enough for that. I just wish he'd open up to me, y'know?"

Lindsey kissed Angel's cheek affectionately. "Give it time, you two have got a lot in common. You're both in, let's say, unconventional relationships, you've got both had terrifying hell experiences. He does love you, but he's having a hard time expressing it."

Angel rested his head on Lindsey's shoulder. "You think so? I suppose I got scared he didn't love me."

Lindsey stroked Angel's chest, comforting the vampire. "He does, he's just very insecure. The only person he feels really comfortable around right now is Wes, but I think that him agreeing to go out with out is a big step forward, right?"

Angel smiled to himself. "Yeah, it is." Angel sighed, feeling contented. "I love you."

Lindsey stroked Angel's bare thigh. "I love you too."

~~~~

Connor pulled on the chains that tied him to the bed, knowing that appearing to break free never failed to turn Wes on, not that Wes needed to be turned on anymore, as he was currently pounding into Connor's body, with a strength that Connor now realised Wes only used because he loved him, not because he thought of Connor as a fuck toy.

"That's it, Connor, you're mine, all mine." Wes screamed, opening his eyes. Straight away, he saw Connor in the throws of passions, making him cum hard. Gasping for breath, Wesley pulled out of his slave, tossing the condom into the nearby waste basket, and lay next to Connor, not bothering to unchain his arms or legs. "You're beautiful like this. Maybe I'll keep you like this until morning, what do you think?"

Connor flinched, a small sliver of fear running through his body. Wesley saw it and immediately began untying his boy from the chains. "Sorry." Connor whispered, hating himself.

Wesley looked up at Connor, and possessively kissed the teen. "You're mine, hear that? You have nothing to be sorry for. I should have known you weren't ready for anything like this."

Once Connor was free from the chains, he threw himself against Wes, burying his head in Wes' chest. "Yours, all yours, yours, yours." Connor couldn't stop, sobbing between words.

Wes kissed the top of Connor's head. "Yes, you're mine, and I take care of what's mine, don't I?"

Connor nodded his head, not wanting to let Wesley see him crying.

"Look at me." Wes sighed when Connor showed no sign of doing so. "Look at me NOW." He didn't shout, but it got Connor's attention, making him look up at his Master. Connor frowned as Wesley kissed away his tears. "You're the most beautiful person I've even known, and you belong to me. So from now on, you're to record everything that plagues you, every nightmare, everything I do, or Angel, or any of the gang, that makes you jump, in a book. Treat it like a journal. You can write other stuff, but that's what its there for."

Connor looked up at Wes, genuinely taken aback. "I.I can't."

Wes lifted Connor's head with his finger. "You can't what?"

Connor tried desperately not to let the tears fall again, failing miserably. "I can't read. Or write."

Now it was Wesley's turn to be taken aback. "Oh, I assumed Holtz taught you in.sorry. Right, I'll teach you."

Connor smiled through his tears. "You will? Really?"

Wes shared Connor's smile, kissing the youth once more. "Of course I will."

~~~~

Xander sat watching TV in the hotel, Willow sitting beside him, occasionally glancing at Xander to make sure he hadn't disappeared.

"Wills, I'm ok, really." Xander turned, smiling.

Willow patted Xander's thigh gently. "I know, I just need to remind myself. Of course, it doesn't help that you haven't dusted Spike yet."

Xander sighed. "I told you, I'm not killing Spike. He's not the same person who raped me. Anyway, we're staying here for a while. Angel will help if anything gets out of control. Which it won't."

Willow nodded. "Ok, I trust you, just be careful, ok?"

Xander smiled, kissing Willow's forehead. "I will, promise."

Willow excused herself as Spike made his way to Xander. "She left 'cos of me?"

Xander nodded. "She doesn't really trust you."

Spike sat next to Xander, sighing. "Can't say I blame her."

Xander rested his hand upon Spike's. "I don't blame you." Closing his eyes, Xander ever-so-gently kissed Spike, breathing heavily when he broke it. "See?"

Spike nodded slowly, thinking how easy it would be to fall in love with Xander as he stared into Xander's chocolate brown eyes. "Yeah.I do."

Xander took a deep breath. "Do you want to go out? Maybe get dinner or something?"

Spike smiled. "Yeah, I'd like that."

~~~~

The next morning, Angel was doing his best to go about his chores with a large dildo brushing his prostate every time he moved. Concentrating so much, Angel didn't know Lindsey was in the same room as him until his ass was spanked.

Lindsey grinned as Angel jumped, turning to face him. "Enjoying the dildo?"

Angel smiled shyly. "Yes, Sir."

Lindsey walked to the other side of the kitchen, not caring in the slightest that he was in the nude, pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Good, because you're wearing until we come home tonight."

Angel nearly dropped the dirty dishes he was holding. "All day?"

Lindsey smirked as he sat at the large table that took up most of the kitchen. "If those chores don't get done, you'll be wearing it to the movies with Connor too."

That made Angel snap to attention, quickly cleaning and drying the dishes that Lindsey hadn't wanted to do him last night. Those done, and the rest of the chores done before Lindsey had woken up, Angel knelt beside Lindsey, as he always did when there were no orders to follow.

"I'll have some buttered toast, grab yourself some blood." Lindsey ordered, while reading the morning paper. Angel smiled to himself, kissed Lindsey's bare thigh, and went about making the small breakfast.

Once the toast was done and buttered, Angel set it on the table in front of Lindsey, kneeling in the same position, downing his packet of blood.

Not looking away from the paper, Lindsey issued another order. "Suck me. Make it last." Lindsey gasped as Angel's cool mouth engulfed his cock, glancing down at Angel who was watching him intently, then turned his attention back to the paper.

"Hey guys.oh, we'll come back." Xander stopped at the door to the kitchen, Spike standing behind him.

Angel immediately scrambled away from Lindsey, blushing furiously, trying to hide his swollen cock.

"Angel, I didn't tell you to stop." Lindsey looked up at Xander. "Hey, feel free to grab something from the fridge." Lindsey's hand wrapped around Angel's head as his cock disappeared into the vampire's mouth. "Spike, there's blood in the fridge."

Spike nodded his thanks, grabbing a bag of blood and heating it up in the microwave.

Xander walked further into the kitchen, staying close to Spike. "So Angel'll have enough time to drive us to Sunnydale before the movie with Connor?"

Lindsey nodded, tugging slightly on Angel's hair. "Yeah, if we leave soon." Lindsey groaned slightly as Angel tongued his slit, humming quietly, making him cum. Angel greedily swallowed his Master's juice, cleaning his cock with his tongue. Once he was satisfied that his Master's cock was clean, Angel remembered that Xander and Spike were probably watching. Angel turned, kneeling next to Lindsey, his face a deep red. Angel smiled as Lindsey rubbed his back, calling him a good boy.

Spike watched Angel, an amused expression on his face. He knew Angel loved this man, and that the feelings were returned, but it was still an experience to see his Sire, the man who had brutally beaten and fucked him for twenty years, willing service a human. Though, Spike thought, I'd give anything to be doing that to Xander right now. So I guess I'm not one to throw stones.

Lindsey stood, not embarrassed by his nudity, and walked to the door. "Hey, you guys want one room or two?"

Spike looked at Xander, willing Xander to answer for him.

Xander glanced at Spike, their eyes meeting. "One room. If that's ok with you." Xander directed the last part to Spike.

"More than ok with me." Spike smiled, slipping an arm around Xander's waist.

Lindsey smiled at the pair. "Ok, you can pick a room later, we'll better be going. Angel, come on."

Angel stood, following Lindsey out of the room, careful not to make eye contact with Spike.

"So, one room, huh?" Spike smiled, his face dangerously close to Xander's.

Xander shared Spike's smile, moving his mouth closer to Spike's. "Yeah, I figured you'd appreciate that."

"Oh, I do. I really do." Spike gave in to temptation and kissed Xander, the way the human responded making him want to melt into a pool of goo.

Xander broke the kiss, gasping for air. "We.we better get going. Sunnydale awaits."

*****
Part 4:

Connor sat naked on the couch in Wes' apartment, desperately trying to learn the alphabet. Wesley had decided not to make love to him until he had learnt it, so he was on edge.

Wesley sat, equally naked, next to Connor, resting his hand on his slave's thigh. "Time for the test."

Connor groaned. "I'm not ready."

Wes snorted, patting Connor's thigh supportively. "I've been watching you, I believe you've done your best."

Connor took a deep breath, and began to recite the alphabet. It took five minutes, a lot of frustration, but Connor managed to recite it successfully. "Was that right?"

Wesley grinned, hugging Connor tightly. "Completely. I'm so proud of you."

Connor let out a small laugh. "So you'll fuck me?" Wes joined in on the laugh, grabbing a condom and lube from the coffee table.

"Spread your legs."

~~~~

Angel sat uncomfortably in the passenger seat of his own car, the dildo in his ass still brushing against that sweet spot. Lindsey, who was driving, rested a hand on Angel's thigh. "You ok?"

Angel nodded, trying not to draw the attention of Spike and Xander, who were making out in the back seat. "It's the.the."

"The dildo?" Lindsey made no attempt to lower his voice. Spike snorted, quickly shushed by Xander.

Angel blushed furiously. "Yes Master."

Lindsey's head rested on Angel's painful erection. "Don't worry, I'll take it out when we get back to L.A."

Angel sighed in relief. "Thanks, Master."

Xander's hands caressed Spike's chest, as his tongue fought, and won, for dominance. Several hours of making out had left Xander incredibly horny, so he took Spike's hand and placed it on his own crotch. "Spike, go down on me." Xander's breath caught, imagining Spike telling him to fuck off. He wasn't prepared for Spike unzipping his jeans, and fishing his cock out.

Spike looked up at Xander, his face inches from the youth's cock, and passionately kissed him. "Yes, Master." Spike whispered, delighting in the fact that he had made Xander's eyes dilate. Spike relaxed his throat, engulfing Xander to the root, enjoying the screams coming from the human, and the groan he heard from his Sire.

"Shit! That's it, Spike!"

Lindsey smirked at Angel, who was still squirming in his seat. His only reprieve had been when they had gotten out of the car when they had reached Sunnydale, but now he was once again forced to sit in agony. "Nervous about tonight?"

Angel nodded, turning his head to face Lindsey, instead of watching Xander, in the rear view mirror, apparently receive head from an invisible being. Angel stroked Lindsey's hand, as soon as it was placed on his thigh.

"It'll all be ok, I promise." Lindsey glanced at Angel, offering a comforting smile, and returned his attention to the road.

"Thanks, Master." Angel stared at Lindsey, wondering how he ever got so lucky.

Lindsey glanced back at Xander. "Hey, you might want to hurry up, we're nearly home."

Xander nodded, still in the throws of passion. Spike took notice of what Lindsey had said, desperate to bring Xander off. Spike's hands found Xander's nipples, playing with them between his thumb and forefinger, making Xander moan in delight. Seeing how close they were to the house, Spike began to hum around Xander's cock, pleased when Xander began yelling his release, flooding Spike's mouth with his precious seed.

Xander's hands played through Spike's hair lovingly. "That was great, Spike."

Spike nuzzled against Xander's chest. "Thanks.Master."

Xander whispered, not wanting Angel or Lindsey to hear. "You know you don't have to call me that."

Spike shrugged, smiling, as he looked Xander in the eyes. "I know, but I want to."

Xander grinned, running his fingers through Spike's hair.

"We're back." Lindsey jumped out of the car, Angel doing the same and running up to the door, opening it for his Master. Lindsey told Angel to go to their room as he walked past him. Angel gleefully bounded up the stairs.

Xander and Spike made their way to the kitchen, where Lindsey was grabbing a snack.

"You guys can pick any room you want, me and Angel are gonna be busy for a while." Lindsey smirked, knowing full well Xander and Spike were planning on getting busy too.

Xander nodded, smiling. "Sure, you go do your vamp, I'll do mine." Spike growled teasingly, as Lindsey left the room.

Angel was already naked when Lindsey walked into the large bedroom, kneeling at the end of the bed, the base of the dildo protruding from his ass. Lindsey quickly stripped, and sat on the bed, in front of his slave. "Get on the bed, baby."

Angel did so, sitting next to his Master.

"Lie down." Lindsey commanded, stroking Angel's legs.

Angel lied down, his rock hard cock bouncing around. "Please."

Lindsey crawled on top of Angel, smiling. "Shush, I'll take care of you." Lindsey's hand stroked the inside of Angel's thigh, the back of his hand brushing past Angel's balls. "Want me to take the dildo out, baby?"

"Only if you want it out, Master." Angel replied, his lust-filled eyes focused on Lindsey's nude body. Angel gasped as Lindsey pulled the dildo halfway out of his body.

"Fuck yourself on it." Lindsey grinned, delighting when Angel immediately rose his hips and lowered his body back onto the dildo.

Angel groaned as he was filled so intimately. Straight away, he pulled himself off the dildo, leaving the tip inside him, before pushing himself back down, screaming in pleasure as he did.

Lindsey was unbelievably hard as he watched his slave fuck himself on the dildo. Now, he decided, was the time. "Keep fucking yourself. If I don't hear your screams, you'll be wearing that and a cock ring to your date tonight." Lindsey smiled as Angel's screams rose several decibels. Climbing off the bed, Lindsey quickly opened his chest of drawers, finding the small box he'd been looking for. "Take the dildo out, and kneel in the centre of the room."

Angel, perplexed by the orders, took the dildo out, placing it neatly on a stool, gracefully slid off the bed, and knelt in the centre of the room.

Lindsey stood in front of Angel, taking a step back when he realised his cock was hitting Angel in the face, not that either man minded, but this wasn't about sex. Holding out the box, but not opening it, Lindsey began to speak. "I pictured this moment a million times, and now it's finally happening."

Angel was deeply confused, but managed to keep his face straight, his eyes always downcast.

Lindsey continued, opening the box to reveal a beautiful silver collar, with an intricate design decorating the edges. "Look."

Angel did, unable to stop the gasp passing his lips. In the BDSM world, this was the equivalent to marriage.

Lindsey spoke again, trying to keep his voice in check. "Angel, do you accept my show of love? Do you vow to spend the rest of your eternal life as my honoured slave?"

Angel kept his eyes rooted on the collar, a tear trickling down his cheek. "Yes, Master, I do."

"Do you wish everyone to know that you're my slave, that you belong to me?" Lindsey brushed away Angel's tears, smiling as Angel looked up at him.

"Yes, Master, I want everyone to know I belong to you. Only you, Master." Angel couldn't believe this was happening, only having dreamt of this moment.

Lindsey picked up the collar, throwing the box to the side. "Then read the inscription, and forever be mine."

Angel read the inscription quietly, noticing that unlike most collars, it was on the outside, for everyone to see. "Property of Lindsey McDonald." Angel bared his neck, tears falling rapidly as his Master fastened the collar around his neck.

Lindsey's hands ran through Angel's hair. "Anyone who asks about the collar, you tell them what it means."

Angel looked shocked at the suggestion that he wouldn't do precisely that. "Of course, Master."

Lindsey kissed away the tears, placing a kiss on Angel's lips for every tear he kissed away. "I love you, now get on that bed."

Angel smiled, doing as he was told, lying on his back, spreading his legs. Lindsey jumped onto the bed, stroking Angel's bare legs. "You're so beautiful, baby, and you're all mine."

"Yes, Master.all yours." Angel hissed as Lindsey's hand found his incredibly hard cock, stroking it slowly.

"Don't cum." Lindsey ordered, as he felt Angel's orgasm rise. Angel didn't, determined to please his Master. "Open yourself up for me."

Angel's hands pulled his cheeks apart, opening his already stretched hole for Lindsey's use. Lindsey lined up his cock, and buried himself in his slave to the root in one quick thrust. Neither man was sure who was screaming loudest; neither man cared as they became one, Lindsey thrusting harder and harder into his slave, Angel thrusting his body back onto his Master's cock, forgetting about his own pleasure. All that mattered was making Master happy.

Lindsey felt this orgasm coming, making him thrust harder. Watching Angel's face, which was the picture of complete happiness, Lindsey began to stroke Angel's cock, watching Angel concentrate on not only making him happy, but not cumming. "You can cum." Lindsey whispered seductively, stroking Angel's cock one last time, watching ropey streams of cum shooting out of his slave's penis. The erotic sight, and Angel's muscles clamping around his own cock, made Lindsey's orgasm rush through him, flooding Angel's ass with his seed. Content, Lindsey fell on top of Angel, his cock softening inside him.

"You were great, baby." Lindsey kissed Angel's flushed face.

Angel shook his face, returning the kiss with interest. "It was all you, Master."

Both men lay spent, neither wanting to move. "I want you home by 11 tonight."

Angel kissed Lindsey's forehead, desperate to taste more of this beautiful man who had claimed him. "Yes Master."

~~~~

Connor made it to the cinema in record time, finding Angel already there, waiting outside for him.

"Hey." Connor greeted his father.

"Hey, I didn't think you were coming." Angel replied, obviously happy.

Connor shifted nervously on the balls of his feet. "Yeah, sorry. Wes was helping with something."

Angel rose an eyebrow. "Is this something I want to hear about my son doing?"

Connor hit Angel's arm playfully. "No, something else. Not all of us have dirty minds."

Angel laughed along with his son. "Like I'm the only one with his mind in the gutter."

Connor walked into the cinema, alongside Angel, both still laughing quietly. "So what do you want to see?"

"Um.I don't really know what's showing. And even if I did it wouldn't make much of a difference." Angel shrugged nervously.

"You need to live in the world a little. Doesn't hurt to just go out and live." Connor walked besides his father, hoping he wasn't being too critical.

Angel nodded, glancing at Connor. "Yeah, Lindsey's been saying the same thing for a while."

Seeing posters advertising the movies, Connor pointed at one with a sexy guy on it. "Can we see that?"

"Spiderman? Sure." Angel smiled as Connor bounded towards the confectionary stand, pulling out his wallet. "Lindsey insisted he paid for tonight."

"Remind me to thank him." Connor mumbled around a mouthful of popcorn.

A thought struck Angel. "What time does the movie finish?" Angel asked the bored looking man who was currently checking his ticket.

"Nine Thirty." The bored man handed Angel back his ticket, and took Connor's.

"What's so important about the time?" Connor asked, glancing at Angel before taking his ticket back.

Angel walked on, finding the right door. "I've got to be back by 11."

Connor let out a small laugh. "You've got a curfew?"

Angel turned to face his son, a small smile playing at the corner of his lips. "You don't?"

Connor abruptly stopped laughing. "Mine's not to midnight."

Angel laughed loudly. "Don't mess with me, little man." Angel teased, ruffling his son's hair, who immediately tried to straighten it again.

"You're lucky I want to see the movie with the hot guy, old man." Connor breezed past Angel, running towards the front row of seats. This movie had been showing for weeks, so there were only five other people in the theatre, all of them sitting several rows back.

Angel sat next to Connor, starting a popcorn fight once the trailers started. Angel cursed himself when a piece of popcorn hit Connor in the eye. "Shit, I'm so sorry. Are you ok?"

Connor nodded, rubbing his eye. "I'm ok."

Angel moved Connor's hand, examining the eye for himself. "It looks ok, just a little red. I'm sorry."

Connor smiled, genuinely touched by the concern. "I'm ok, really." To show that everything was ok between them, Connor rested his head on Angel's shoulder as the movie started.

Watching Tobey Maguire swing from building to building, Connor grinned. "Damn, that guy can top me any time he wants." He murmured, not thinking that Angel could hear him.

"Damn right." Angel muttered in reply, laughing at the shocked look on Connor's face, as the young man turned to look at him. "Just because I'm your dad, doesn't mean I don't notice people in that way."

"You don't have to do it in front of me though!" Connor grinned, obviously teasing.

"I could say the same about you!" Angel shared his son's grin, jabbing him in the ribs.

Connor laughed quietly, once again resting his head on Angel's shoulder. "You going to tell what that collar's for?"

Angel smiled, touching the collar as if could suddenly disappear if he didn't. "Lindsey claimed me today." Seeing Connor's look of confusion, Angel continued. "It's like marriage. I'm promising to belong to him for the rest of my life." Angel forced himself not to look away from his son as he said the last part, delighting in the look of happiness reflected on Connor's face.

"Wow, that's so great. You're lucky." Connor patted Angel's thigh, smiling.

"So are you. Wes is a great guy." Angel beamed, knowing he was giving Connor his approval as a father.

Once again, Connor rested his head on Angel's shoulder, both men returned their attention to the movie.

The movie finished at 10:00.

"That clerk said the movie would be over half a hour earlier." Angel complained, fishing for his cell phone.

Connor frowned. "Why does it matter? You've got enough time to get home."

Angel shrugged nervously. "I want to take you home first."

Connor put his hand on Angel's chest, stopping his father in his tracks. "You'll be late, you'll get in trouble."

Angel held up his cell phone. "I'm going to ask for permission first." Connor gave it thought, and walked ahead at his father's side. Dialling his home phone number, the line was picked up in two rings.

Hello?

"Master, it's Angel."

Angel, you've only got one hour to get home, or I'm gonna fuck you in front of Spike.

Angel blushed, and Connor smirked, guessing what Angel was listening to was of the sexual nature. "Yes, Master. I'm calling to ask permission to take Connor home. It'll mean I'll be half an hour at the least, Master."

Lindsey took a few seconds to reply. If you're not home by midnight, Spike will do more than watch.

Angel audibly gulped. "Please, Master."

From now on, and this goes for Connor and Spike too, you treat all Masters as if they were me. You call them Sir, you call me Master. That's the only difference. Seriously pissed off, Lindsey hung up.

"Everything ok?" Concern was obviously evident in Connor's voice.

Angel nodded, trying hard not to let the tears form. "Yeah, everything's ok. I better be taking you home."

Connor smiled comfortingly, wrapping his arm around Angel's waist. "Ok, Dad."

Angel froze. "You called me Dad."

Connor laughed softly. "Well, I'd call you Daddy, but Wes has kinda ruined that for me."

Angel shared Connor's laughing. "I really didn't need that image."

Connor punched Angel's arm lightly. "Well, get used to it. You're my Dad, and Wes is a huge part of my life. I want to share that part of my life with you. Y'know, without it being icky."

Angel enveloped Connor in a tight bear hug. "You're a good boy, Connor. I love you."

Startled, but in a very good way, Connor returned the sentiment. "I love you too, but just so you know, Daddy isn't the only think Wes ruined for me."

~~~~

Connor unlocked the door to the apartment he shared with Wes, ushering Angel in.

"Connor, you're home early." Wes entered the room, a pile of books in his hands.

Connor kneeled where he was standing. Angel blinked, then realised he should do the same, kneeling beside his son.

"Yes, Master. Angel wanted to walk me home, and he has to be home before I did, Master." Connor explained, his eyes downcast.

Wes dropped the pile of books on the couch, unwilling to let Angel know about Connor's inability to read and write. "Connor, I'd like some beans on toast."

"Yes, Master." Connor smiled, jumping up and moving quickly to the kitchen. Just before he left the room, Connor stopped. "Bye, Dad."

Both Wes and Angel smiled, marvelling in how far Connor had come in the months he had been back in this dimension. Angel was the first to speak.

"Sir, can I have permission to take Connor out again? Next week maybe?" Angel's eyes were rooted on the floor.

Wes nodded. "You may." Startling Angel, Wes pushed Angel's head to the side gently, getting a better look at the collar adorning the vampire's neck. "Property of Lindsey McDonald."

Angel smiled, his head hung in submission. "Yes, Sir. Lindsey owns me completely Sir."

"Tell me, why aren't you with him now?" Wes paced in front of Angel, who was silently delighting in having the former of Scourge of Europe kneeling before him. If only those stuck up Watcher's could see him now.

Angel frowned in confusion. "Sir, I wanted to--"

Wesley tsked in disgust. "So? All your wants and needs are nothing compared to what your Master wants and needs. And, for fucks sake, he claimed you today, didn't he? You should be next to Lindsey, serving his every whim. Connor would have understood that today was a special day."

Angel didn't bother to stop the tears from falling. "I.I didn't think.please, can I have permission to leave?"

"Go, and if you do something like this to Lindsey again, your time with Connor will be severely limited."

~~~~

Angel made it home without getting into a car crash. Immediately sensing Lindsey in the garden, Angel ran through his house, using vampire speed to get to the garden. Once seeing Lindsey sitting on a bench at the back of the garden, Angel knelt in front of his Master, crying immodestly. "Master, please, I'm so sorry. I just wanted to spend some time with Connor, I didn't think. Please, forgive me."

Lindsey looked at Angel with cold eyes. "Do you know what you did today?"

Angel looked up at Lindsey, through tear streaked eyes. "I didn't put you before myself, Master. I deserve to be punished in any way you want."

Lindsey ignored Angel's pleas. "You promised to be mine, to EXIST because I want you to. I understand that you want to get to know your son, you know I think Connor is a great boy. What I don't understand is how you could disregard what is, for all intents and purposes, our wedding day. I let you go to the cinema believing that you would spend time with your son, and come home at least an hour before your curfew."

Angel cried as the full force of what he had slammed into him. "Please, Master. I'll do anything to make this right. Just tell me what I have to do."

A thought occurred to Lindsey, one that would reassure him of Angel's love. "Are you hard?"

Thrown by the sudden change of conversation, Angel nodded. "Of.of course, Master. I only have to see you.smell you.THINK of you, and I get hard, Master."

Lindsey nodded slowly. "Show me."

Without any hesitation, Angel ripped his jeans from his body using his vampire strength, exposing his fully erect penis, pointing upwards. Knowing he'd be punished, Angel looked up from the ground, and looked at Lindsey, cursing himself when he saw tears rolling down his Master's cheeks. Not worried that he hadn't been given permission to move, Angel cupped his Master's head in his hands, kissing away the tears, apologising for his actions with every kiss.

"You know you're going to be punished, and not just a spanking or something else you'll get off from. A real honest-to-God punishment. You didn't just piss me off, you hurt me." Lindsey looked Angel in the eye, seeing the shame and remorse evident in them. "I've been talking to Xander, so until I say otherwise, you'll cook, clean, do everything you do for me that isn't sexual, for Xander and Spike. You'll do the same for Wesley and Connor when they're here, and at work. You'll be wearing a cock ring too."

Angel breathed a sigh of relief. He might not have been forgiven yet, but this was definitely pointing the way.

Lindsey continued, brushing Angel's hair out of his eyes. "You'll be naked all the time, in front of everyone. If Connor's around, you'll wear a pair of shorts. You'll drink your blood from a bowl that you'll find at the end of my bed, which is where you'll sleep too."

Angel nodded, taking in the severity of his punishment. "Yes, Master. Is there anything else, Master?"

"I want you to understand that when I'm fucking you, it's because I want some release, not because you're forgiven. I'll tell you when you're forgiven, if and when it happens." Lindsey tried to keep his voice void of emotion, but failed miserably.

A sickening thought popped into Angel's head. "Master, please.tell me, do you still love me?"

"I do, of course I do. Wouldn't bother punishing you if I didn't." Lindsey's fingers intertwined with Angel's.

"I'm sorry." Angel whispered, knowing that it was nowhere near enough to repay for the pain he had caused his Master.

Lindsey smiled sadly. "I know you are, I know you didn't mean to do this. If I thought you did, I would've thrown you out." Lindsey caressed Angel's hair, grateful he had told Angel not to use hair gel. "Your punishment starts now. Get inside, and get out of those clothes."

Angel nodded, and made his way inside. Lindsey stayed on the bench, watching his slave walk away. Too many times he had thought today that his pride would force him to disown Angel. Grateful beyond words that it hadn't come to that, Lindsey sighed in relief.

*****