*****

"What are you doing here, Spike? Come to get your ass kicked? Again?"

Spike grinned. He hadn't made a sound while breaking in. He'd played cat burglar, climbing up the outside of the building, finding an open window into the office, and then making his way down the elevator shaft via it's greasy cables and into Angel's apartment. Not an easy task while still wearing his duster!

But his Sire had known. Good.

Spike sauntered his way over to Angel's couch and took up a relaxed position in the corner of it. He picked up the protective cloth that was draped over the arm of the couch and proceeded to wipe his greasy hands on it. He let it drop to the floor once most of the grime had been transferred from his hands to it. He stretched his arms across the arm and back of the couch and a leg across the seat. His dirty booted foot on the cushion. He flashed a grin at his Sire.

Angel sat, seemingly unconcerned, in a deep comfy chair facing his wayward, pain-in-the-ass childe. "Well?"

Spike stretched out a bit more, sinking further into the deep cushions of the couch. He closed his eyes and leaned his head back. "I'm bored."

"Of course you are."

Spike laughed. "What can I say? It's my curse." He offered Angel a grin, without raising his head or opening his eyes. "We all have our curses don't we, peaches? You've that pesky soul thing; I've got this inability to be calm. I'm feeling . . .restless. Itchy."

"Well, Spike, you're *looking* remarkably calm. Especially considering how close to death you are."

Spike began to rock his foot back and forth, knocking bits of mud from his boot on to Angel's pristine couch and floor. Still, he didn't open his eyes.

"Yeah. All part of me charm."

Angel snorted.

That made Spike look up. "What?" He demanded with a grin. "You don't find me charming?" Spike sat up a bit and looked at his Sire. "You know you do. Doesn't matter what I do to you or yours, you still know the truth."

"And the truth is?"

"That I'm an *extremely* charming bloke." Spike flashed his grin at Angel again. "*And*." The blond vampire paused, looking his Sire over as Angel sat, relaxed in his chair, all groomed and pretty.

"And? Please, childe, continue, I'm all a flutter, awaiting your truth." Angel smirked.

Spike smiled. That smirk brought back fond memories of Angelus. "And . . .you *want* me."

Angel burst out in laughter.

Spike let him laugh, snickering a bit as he watched his Sire wipe tears of mirth from his eyes. Spike nodded his head. "Yeah. You want me, peaches. *Bad*."

"What did you invade my home for, Spike?"

Spike sank back down, getting comfortable once again, resting his head back against the couch and closing his eyes. "Oh, you know." Spike waved a hand in the air. "The whole bored thing." He snickered, holding back his smile. "And, Angel?"

"Yes? *What*?"

Spike let out a deep sigh, filling his dead lungs with air and releasing it with a sound of bone deep felt boredom. A sound Angel had only heard his Spike make. "I'm horny!"

Angel choked. Then he gasped. Then the laughter burst out again.

Spike sighed.

"You! Spike! Really!" Angle sputtered between guffaws. "You can't be serious! Spike!"

Spike watched as Angel continued to convulse with laughter for a moment and then began to undo the laces of his boot. He toed off the boot resting on the couch and bent to undo the other, paying no mind to his Sire. When he removed the other boot he stood and stripped off his coat, tossing it on a vacant chair. He sat back down on the couch his sock clad feet firmly on the floor. He looked over at a still laughing Angel. He shrugged his shoulders and bent to remove his socks. He carefully rolled them together and tossed them on to the chair that held his coat. He flexed his black painted toes. Angel was still laughing when he began to unbutton his shirt.

"Horny! Spike! Ah, Spike. You can still make me laugh. Spike! What the hell are you doing?" Angel had finally opened his eyes and looked over at Spike. A naked to the waist Spike: a Spike that was beginning to undo the buttons of his too-tight jeans.

"Spike! What the hell are you *doing*?"

Spike stepped out of his jeans, tossing them to the chair that held the rest of his clothes. He stood, naked and hard before his Sire. "Told ya, Sire. I'm bored. I'm horny. I want to fuck. *We* are gonna fuck. Or fight." He grinned. "I'm up for either. Or both." He glanced down at his erection and gave it a fond pull. "I'd prefer to fuck first, but if you wanna fight first, I'm willing."

Angel just stared. "Ah, Spike? Are you on some kind of drugs? Has the chip made you nuts? Should I call Giles?"

Spike smiled and fondled his hard cock, smearing pre-cum across the swollen head. "Nope." He replied in a dead serious tone. He narrowed his gaze, his eyes pinning Angel's, as he let a feral grin come over his face.

Then he launched himself at his Sire. His naked body flew at and landed upon a still startled Angel, knocking the chair back and over, propelling the two vampires to the hardwood floor. Angel's mouth opened in shock just as Spike's moved to cover it. Spike thrust his tongue in deep as his hands went to tear open Angel's shirt and his knees came to rest on either side of Angel's hips. Spike pressed his naked chest to Angel's as he let his mouth ravage his Sire's.

Spike sat up, resting on Angel's pelvis. Spike felt Angel's erection beneath him and wiggled his ass against it. "Told you!" He grinned down at Angel. "Ya want me, Sire." He gave the older vampire no time to reply, latching his mouth once again over Angel's and thrusting his tongue in deep, running it over Angel's and to the side, slowing a bit, to taste the sweet, delicate flesh of Angel's inner cheeks.

Spike hummed in pleasure as Angel's tongue came to play with his. He luxuriated in the pleasure of his Sire's rough tongue and kiss before pulling away from the cool sweetness of his Angle's mouth. He ran his tongue over and down Angel's chin, to his neck. Spike nuzzled and suckled at Angel's neck. He didn't bite. Didn't dare to. He didn't want the fight to start just yet. He moved his mouth down from Angel's neck, to his chest, sucking and licking his way to Angel's hard-pointed nipples, suckling each in turn, while his hands made quick work of Angel's pants. Both vampires gasped when Spike's hand closed around Angel's thrusting erection. Spike tugged at Angel's hardness, bringing his mouth back to his Sire's for a deep kiss, before pulling up and away. Angel gasped at the loss of his childe, opening bleary, lust glazed, eyes to take in a grinning Spike.

"Let's get these off of ya, eh, Sire." Spike bent and pulled the pants from Angel's legs, tossing them over his shoulder. "That's better, then, hum?" Spike murmured, once the pants were gone and Angle's cock slapped against his tight stomach. Spike dropped his body down on top of Angel's, letting their cocks rub against each other. Spike moved his mouth back to his Sire's kissing and biting at his lips. Angel's hands came up to clutch Spike's bleached locks, holding tight. Spike pulled against the hold, moving his mouth down Angel's body, sucking and licking until he came to the head of Angel's cock. He ran his tongue across the head, licking up the clear liquid that had leaked out. He grinned, his smile moving over the head of Angel's cock, causing the older vampire to groan and thrust his hips up. Spike opened in mouth and engulfed his Sire's cock to the root, snaking his tongue out to caress Angel's tightly drawn sac. Angle moaned and once more bucked his hips up. Spike pulled up, slowly, sucking tightly, as he let Angle's cock slide from his mouth. He stopped when he had only Angle's engorged head in his tightly closed mouth. He quickly sank back down, taking his Sire's cock deep into his throat. He repeated the movement, eliciting groans of pleasure from Angel.

Spike grinned around his mouthful of Angel and brought his hand up to enclose Angel's cock as he worked his mouth up and down his Sire's with ever increasing speed. Spike stopped abruptly, not wanting his Sire to come too quickly. He squeezed the cock in his hand when Angel moaned in loss. "Shh, Sire. We'll get there. Sooner or later." He let Angle's cock fall. It landed with a slap against his Sire's belly and jumped. Spike chuckled as he moved his hands behind Angel's knees, pushing them up and back. Spike's mouth went to the tight rosebud presented to him, stabbing his tongue in. Angel grunted and Spike pulled back, slowing to lick and suckle. He let his fangs come down, grazing the delicate skin near Angel's anus. He smiled as he watched the blood well up and trickle down, pooling around Angel's ass. Spike rubbed his thumb over the bitten area, causing the blood to flow faster.

He arranged his Sire's legs over his shoulders and placed his cock, wet with his own lubrication, at his Sire's entrance. Spike paused to look at Angel's face. Angel's wanting, lust filled eyes looked back at him. Spike grinned and plunged into Angel. Thrust his cock into his Sire to the hilt. Until his balls slapped against his Sire's ass.

Again, both vampires groaned.

Angel groaned in pleasure.

Spike with pleasure and triumph. His Sire *wanted* him.

Spike moved, sinking into his Sire deeper, harder. He moved forward for a kiss. It was awkward, but satisfying. He began to thrust his cock in and out of his Sire, finding and keeping up a pleasurable rhythm. He let his tongue mimic his hip's movements. Angle was moving his ass up and into Spike's thrusts, which was almost a great a satisfaction to Spike as the tight clasp of Angel's ass around his cock. Spike began to move faster and harder, wanting only to come. To release himself fully into his Sire. He pulled his mouth away from Angel's and rose to his knees, thrusting faster, his hips a blur as he plunged himself in and out of Angel.

Spike felt Angel's hand wrap around his neck. When he felt Angel's nails sink into the flesh of his neck, he came.

He pounded deep jettisons of himself into his Sire. Twice. Four times. Six. He sank down upon Angel, breathing as shakily and raggedly as his if he were human. Spike felt as if his heart were pounding; and maybe it was. Something that felt this wonderful surely had the power to animate his long dead heart for a moment wouldn't it?

He didn't have long to think about it.

Angel wrapped his arms tight around him and rolled him over. Spike heard the older vampire spit and felt the wetness at his asshole. Fingers pushed roughly into him, sinking in and opening him.

Here's the fight, he thought, before the pain of Angel's thick cock pushing into his ill-prepared ass whipped all thoughts from his head. Spike pushed his ass back, welcoming the pain. He gasped as Angel wrapped a hand in his hair, tugging his head back as he began to fuck him with a brutal rhythm.

Spike closed his eyes and concentrated on the fuck. He wanted to come again. He wouldn't let Angel win. He wouldn't let his Sire wipe away what he had won with an act of domination. Spike grinned, thrusting his ass back. Who was Angel trying to kid? Spike loved to be dominated.

Top or bottom. Beating or beat. Spike *always* came out on top! Spike snickered and reached down to jack his once again hard cock, as Angel pounded his torn ass.

Angel moved his mouth to Spike's ear. "Are you mine?"

"Um."

Angel bit down, sucking strongly at the blood flowing from Spike's earlobe. "Are you *mine*?" Angel's voice was rough in Spike's ear. Ravaged, Spike thought. The poor dear.

"Yes!" He hissed, offering his Sire the words he wanted. Only words. Angel couldn't see Spike's grin.

Angel gave a shout and came in Spike, unknowingly soothing Spike's sore ass with his cool semen. Spike came across his hand and Angel's shinny hardwood floor. Spike fell flat, Angel's weight heavy and comforting over him, to the floor. He kept his grin, knowing his Sire couldn't see it. He gave a pitiful moan. Just for show. The grin was gonna split his face in two if he wasn't careful.

They lay that way for several minutes before Angel finally pulled out and off of Spike. Spike rolled over and crossed his hands behind his head looking up at his Sire.

His poor tortured Angel. He bit back his grin and tried to look suitably chastised by the brutal fucking. Which was what he had come for. Damn! But he wanted to smile up at his broody Sire.

"I'm going to shower." Angel said after staring down at him so long Spike thought he'd chock to death on his giggles. He lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Angel stalked away. Spike waited for the sound of running water before jumping to his feet and going to his clothes.

He was humming as he dressed.

He thought about waiting until Angel came from the shower and having the *other* fight. The fight that involved fists and kicks. Oh, and more bites. But no. Why leave a looser when he could head home the winner? No need to head back to Sunnyhell with bruises and busted lips to mar his handsome face. He picked up Angel's silk boxers and stuffed them into his pocket as he went to and called up the elevator.

"Bye bye, sweetness!" He called out as he closed himself in the elevator and headed down and once again out of Angel's life.

Until next time.

~end~