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Angel stuck his face in the cold spray of the shower. He hadn't done anything *wrong*, he assured himself.

Not really.

Spike was his *childe*.

He could get fucked by his childe if he wanted to. He could fuck his childe if he wanted to.

Hell.

Spike had come to him to be *fucked*. It wasn't like he had initiated anything. Why should he feel guilty?

*Guilty*.

Angel grabbed a bath sponge and began to scrub away at his skin, trying to cleanse away the smell of sex and Spike. Ah hell, the smell of *Spike*. Spike was the scent that stayed with him, tantalizing and tempting.

Angel closed his eyes and leaned his head against the shower wall. It didn't work. It *wouldn't* work, he knew. Spike's scent was bone deep in him. He could *taste* it. It was pleasure and it lingered with him, on his tongue, on his skin, in his brain. He had loved it. He had *reveled* in it. It had been FOREVER since he had had so much fun. Why *shouldn't* he have fun? He was still helping the lost. *Would* still help the lost. He was still helping the innocent and forgotten. He'd be there for those that needed him. Why shouldn't he have his Spike too? Spike was *his* after all! Angel's cock grew erect just thinking about Spike and what they could do together. *Could* do together. Angel turned off the water and stepped out. He wanted to fuck Spike. He wanted to bite at and tear at and rip into and pound himself into his Spike. Why shouldn't he? He'd still be Angel. And Spike would still be Spike. No harm no foul. Angel grinned and headed to the living room and to Spike.

But Spike was gone.

Hell.

Rage and hopelessness like he hadn't felt since he had left Buffy for the last time overcame him. Mostly rage. How *dare* he? The little guttersnipe! Break in and fuck him and run away! Treat him like he was a . . . *childe*!

*He* could have done such a thing. *He* was the fucking Sire!

Soul yes, but never *childe*-like! Never to be fucked and *left*! It was *his* option to fuck and run! *Not* Spikes!

Angel stalked to his bedroom and began to dress with heated, jerky movements. No way was he letting Spike get away with this! The little shit thought he'd be safe in Sunnydale because Buffy was there, but this didn't concern Buffy. This didn't involve anyone but the two of them. And Spike wasn't going to hide behind his ex-love and her hellmouth town that was for damn sure!

Angel noted the time as he went to his car. Spike didn't have much of a head start; it hadn't even been a half an hour since he'd left a naked, sated Spike to shower and wash away the guilt. He'd be able to reach Sunnydale and Spike well before sunrise. He was pissed enough to speed and deal with any cops that had the misfortune to try and pull him over in a very un-souled way.

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Angel reached Sunnydale in record time and without having to kill any highway patrol. Always a plus, that. He stopped his car in the cemetery parking lot and stalked his way to Spike. He could *feel* and *taste* Spike's trail. He made his way to the crypt Spike had made his home. He pushed the granite door open as if it were made of plywood. He stepped in and pushed it closed.

"Spike!" Angel bellowed. "Where are you, you little shit?"

Spike rose from beneath his long dead companion and sat up to grin at Angel. "Peaches! I didn't think you'd come and see me so soon!" Spike rose from beneath the corpse. "You just rest, Buff." Spike told the mummified corpse as he laid it back down in the coffin. He drew the stone lid back over it and grinned at his Sire. "I named her 'Buffy'. Hope you don't mind. Wishful thinking an' all." He grinned at his Sire.

Angel's backhand was hard enough to knock Spike over the coffin and send him slumping against the wall. Spike licked the blood from his split lip. He grinned at his Sire.

"Couldn't have been something I said, peaches, I haven't had a chance to speak yet. Could it be something I *did*?" Spike grinned again. "What? You miffed at me, Sire?" Spike chuckled as he rose to his feet. His eyes widened as he watched Angel fly over the stone coffin and land before him. Angel grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him close enough so that their noses touched.

Spike backed up until his back was pressed against the cold stone wall of his crypt. Angel stepped closer.

"Angel?" Spike asked, looking into his Sire's eyes, looking for Angel and hoping he didn't see Angelus. Spike had wanted to upset his Sire, yeah. Piss the wanker off some, sure. Cause Angelus to make an appearance, fuck no!

Angel pressed his body closer to Spike's. Pressed him to the wall and ground his erection against Spike. Angel lowered his mouth to Spike's neck and licked it.

"Angel?" Spike couldn't help the desperate note that crept into his voice.

Angel pressed closer and let his fangs come down. He bit into Spike, letting the blood flow across his tongue for several seconds before pulling back and licking at the wound, sealing it.

"*Angel*?" Spike questioned. Angel chuckled, pleased with the desperation and fear that colored Spike's voice.

"You left." Angel told him softly.

*Angel* Spike thought with more than a little relief. He snickered, feeling much better about this little visit. Safer, anyway.

"Yeah. So? You we're done with me, Sire. What should I have stuck around for? The fight? The guilt? The speech where you tell me how bad and evil I am? I'm a fuckin' *vampire*! I *know* how bad and evil I am! So, what? I didn't wanna hear it, Sire, and I still don' t. I wanted to shag! I wanted to shag *you*!" Spike brought his hands up and shoved at Angel's shoulders, pushing him away. "*You* have the soul-curse, pet! *I* don't! I don't need your shit! I don't need your guilt!"

Spike turned away and rage once again overcame Angel. Angel sank a hand into Spike's hair and grabbed hold. He slammed the younger vampire's head against the wall and placed his mouth at his ear while his other hand went to Spike's jeans and began to undo the buttons, opening and pushing them down. "You don't *leave* me, boy! You *don't* walk away from me! *Never*! *Never* walk away from me!" Angel hissed into Spike's ear. He kept a hand tight in Spike's hair as he moved his other had from Spike's jeans to his own. He slammed Spike's head against the wall again as he began to undo his own pants, pushing them down and over his ass. Angel kept Spike pushed against the wall, his hand still tight in his hair, pressing Spike's face against the cold wall. He spat in the hand that had undressed them and shoved his saliva-wet fingers into Spike's tight hole. Quickly he withdrew them, bringing them up to his face as he spat on them again so he could coat his hard cock. He took hold of his erection and aimed it at Spike's opening and slammed himself into the blonde vampire until his balls rested against Spike's tight ass.

"Mine!" He hissed into Spike's ear as he thrust brutally in. "Mine! Mine! Mine!" He chanted into Spike's ear as he fucked the younger vampire. "You *don't* leave me! You *never* leave me!" Angel fucked, pulling at Spike's hair, biting into his neck and shoulder. Angel reached around and grabbed Spike's hard cock, holding tight and pumping it in time with his thrusts. "You leave when I *say* you leave!" Angel continued to pound in hard, his thrusts fast and brutally deep. "You leave when I'm *finished* with you!" Angel kept biting at Spike's neck, back and shoulders as he slammed himself into Spike's ass, fucking the blonde with a brutality that stopped just short of Angelus. Angelus wouldn't have taken hold of Spike's cock, stroking it so wonderfully and skillfully in time with his fucking.

Spike leaned his body closer to the wall, holding his arms over his head, and pushing his ass back against the thrusting pelvis of Angel, spreading his legs as far as his jeans would allow.

"Oh, yes, Sire, fuck me! Harder!"

Spike's voice sent Angel over the edge. His thrusts sped up and he began to push himself into his childe with lightening speed. Angel's hand came down to clutch at Spike's ass, holding him still for the rapid fire motion of his hips, while he kept pumping at Spike's hard cock. He sank his fangs into Spike's shoulder, biting deep, as he fucked to completion, shooting himself deep into the nether depths of his childe.

Angel pushed Spike against the wall with all of his strength as he came. His arm came down to wrap around Spike's shoulders as he pushed his cock high and into the blonde vampire. Angle fisted Spike's cock and felt his cool release spill forth just as he shot his final release into the bleached blonde. Angel's knees buckle with the force of his release.

It wasn't enough.

Angel pulled himself out of Spike's tightness and threw the younger vampire onto the stone coffin. Spike grinned at him, bringing Angel's rage to the surface. Angel growled and climbed over him. He sank his fangs into Spike's neck. He pulled away, ripping Spike's neck open and watched with glee as the blood flowed. Angel leaned down to lap it up. His cock was hard again nudging at Spike's stretched hole. Angel closed his mouth over the wound at Spike's neck and sank his cock into him while he sucked at the neck wound. Once again he began a brutal fuck. Hard and fast, he plunged himself into his childe. He moved his mouth to Spike's ear. "Mine?"

Angel moved faster, harder, pounding into Spike. "Mine? Are you mine, Spike?"

Spike raised his ass up, wanting more. "Fuck me, Sire. Fuck me!"

"Are you mine, Spike? Tell me?" Angel stilled.

"Fuck me!"

Angel chuckled in Spike's ear. "No, childe. Tell me. Are you mine? Mine forever? To do with what I wish? Fuck if I want? Or not?"

"Fuck me!"

"Are you mine? Do you want me? Want me to fuck you? Hum? Damn, Spike, but you feel all good and tight around me! I can stay like this for*ever*. Love it."

"You prick! *FUCK* me!"

Angel leaned down and kissed Spike on the lips. A fast smack upon the lips. "Beg me baby, and I'll fuck you."

Spike stilled, not moving for several minutes. Five. Seven. Eleven. Angel above him, smirking down at him.

"Please fuck me, Sire, fuck me! I want you! I need you. I want you. I need you! Fuck me!"

And there it is. Angel fucking Spike. Spike fucking Angel. Hard and fast. Until both cum, Spike shooting his cool essence across their bodies and Angel shooting into Spike's depths.

Angel rolls over and off of Spike. Angel is spent of rage and feeling guilty. Spike is just spent and feeling happy. And grinning.

Spike wins again.

~end~