Spike's POV:

I've stopped feeding on my Childe's body for nearly 15 minutes now and nothing has happened. Angel faded into that other world, and I think that's where Angelus went too. Still, nothing more has occurred since then. I don't like how long this is taking. It's too long. Something's gone wrong, I can feel it.

"Should it be taking this long?" Cordelia whispers to Wesley. He shrugs his shoulders.

"I'm going in," I tell them. We have moved Angel/us onto a couch in the lobby. He looks strange wrapped in chains and ropes, but the others feared his strength. I lean over my Childe's body and expose his scar.

"Spike, no!" shouts Wesley. I pause and look at him. "You can't keep draining him. He'll die."

"What am I supposed to do? Nothing? I won't lose him!"

"I have an idea." We all look surprised at Cordelia. She vanishes into the kitchen and moments later she returns with blood bags, a syringe and tubing. I think I know what she is doing.

"Brilliant!" I kiss her cheek and she blushes. That's interesting. I'll have to remember that for later. Still, more important things to do. I take the syringe and insert the needle into the large vein at Angel's elbow. Wesley catches on what we are doing, and attaches the tub to the blood bag and then to the syringe. I hope this works. I've already drained Angel's body to the point of death, anymore and he'll would be dust. This way we replace the blood he's lost, like a transfusion, which will allow me to continue drinking from him.

"This won't give you long, Spike. Maybe ten minutes tops,"

"It's all I'll need," I reassure them. I lie. I have no idea how long this will take, but it's my only chance. I kiss Angel's forehead and then sink my fangs into his scar again.

I find myself standing in a desolate landscape. I expected to be in the lobby of the hotel, but I think this has something to do with Angelus - the demon, that is. This place reminds me of stories of hell. At first I see nothing; I am alone. This can't be right. Something... Suddenly, I can see a figure in the distance. I run towards it. It's not my Childe - it isn't Angel`s form. No, I refuse to believe he has lost. No, gotta think straight. If he had lost, then Angelus would be back in the real world. That means I still have a chance. I don't have time for plans or decisions; I just run. Run towards my Childe, my hope and my world.

The demon must be 7 feet tall, and strong too. As I run nearer I spot Angel. He's bleeding and broken. Oh god, limbs are missing. I fall over something. I dread looking down; however, I do - and it's his foot. I feel sick, but I keep telling myself this isn't real. I pull myself up and keep running. The demon kneels behind my Childe and rams his hard cock into Angel's ass. Angel screams a scream full of terror and lost hope. No!

"Angelus!" I scream. The demon looks back at me and laughs. His hands wrap around Angel's neck and he twists. There is a sickening popping sound.

"NO!" I howl frantically. I clutch my hands into fists and notice for the first time what I look like in this dimension. I look like the demon, Angelus - I'm as strong as the evil thing before me. I forgot that I'm not like Angel, that I am a full vampire even if I have been chipped. I growl, as the demon that sired me drops the body of my Childe to the ground. I ignore the sight of his broken form. He is still here, which means - at least I hope it means - that he still lives.

I give a running jump and dive onto my Sire. His large jaws snap dangerously near my neck, but I am smaller and far quicker. I flip myself back and trip him over. He attacks, swinging huge arms. One catches me, and the force of his blow breaks a few bones. I spit blood, but I don't stop. I can't! This is the last fight between my Sire and myself. I won't let him take my Childe from me!

"I liked your little bitch, Spikey." He laughs as we circle each other. "He was so tight." I know that Angelus is taunting me, but I won't give in to him. Once, I was so easily controlled - he would call me names and he knew exactly the instant when I would snap and attack. This time I am the stronger. I am the master vampire, and he hasn't known me for the last 100 years. Also, since I have become Sire to Angel, I am not as rash as I used to be. Maybe finally I've grown up a little.

"Can't catch me, ya old faggot." I stick a long pointed tongue out at him. Well, maybe I haven't grown up too much. Still, I have a plan: get Angelus pissed, and he will make a mistake - I hope. Angelus growls and starts throwing punches again. This time I go into full avoid mode. Angelus might be bigger and stronger, but I was always faster. Now I use that to my advantage. Soon I'm running circles around him. Angelus starts screaming in fury and his rage is making him careless. His blows come fast, but he leaves himself wide open to attack. This time I don't use fists, but feet. Great big ones with wicked long talons. My foot makes contact and I slice open his chest. Then I make a deep gushing wound in his thigh. Then the back of his shoulders. I think my plan is working.

Suddenly, Angelus gets a lucky hit to my head and the world spins. No! I am not going to let him win. Never again! I've been pet, fuck toy, and beating boy to him for far too long. No longer! I attack again, ripping open his gut this time. He howls and drops to one knee. I see my opportunity and I take it. My arm wraps around Angelus' head, the other clutches his face, and I twist. I use every scrap of strength I have, every part of my willpower. I won't let him win! I won't let him get away with hurting my Childe. I won't let him live, not after he raped Angel. I scream in fury, and use every ounce of love I have for Angel to twist Angelus' neck further.

"I won't let you win!" I howl. There is a sickening cracking and tearing sound as Angelus' head comes away from his torso. I stare, amazed at what I've done. This wasn't part of the plan, but it's better. I let the demon's body drop and hold up the head. Angelus' eyes still move. "You won't ever win." I smash my fist into his brain. At last, Angelus is dead.

I turn back to the form of my Childe. Well, what remains of him. He looks and smells human. Still, I am amazed that he lasted so long against a demon stronger and bigger than himself. I don't look at the missing limbs, the broken bones, the blood. I just look into his eyes. They move to stare into mine.

"Angel, I love you."

Angel's POV: ~ inside Angel's soul ~

~"Angel, I love you." The voice echoes in my mind. Is this what death feels like? I stand on an abyss and before me is a light so bright, so blinding that I can't bear to look into it. Yet, I feel I must look. That is the future. It wants me.~

~"Angel, I love you."~

~Again, that voice. I feel as though I should know who it is. It sounds so familiar. So real. It calls to me of home, love and family. But I ache so much. I don't want to feel this pain.~

~"Angel, I love you." This time I have to look away from the light. I look towards the dark, but I am not afraid. I don't fear anymore. I think I have been here too long. Now it's time to go home.~

~"Angel, I love you." This is but a dream and I am the dreamer.~

~"Angel, I love you." I'm coming - I call. I'm coming. Wait for me.~

~"Angel, I love you."~

"Angel, I love you."

Huh? I open my eyes slowly and to my surprise I am lying chained to the couch. Not just by one chain either, but hundreds of them. On top of me lays my Sire, his blue eyes shiny with tears as he stares into mine.

"I so didn't need to hear that!" Cordelia complains.

"Cordy, be quiet," shushes Wesley.

"It was a slip of the tongue. To get him back!" Spike answers back.

"Yeah, right," laughs Gunn.

"Hey guys? What the hell is going on?" Four amazed faces turn to stare at me. "Why am I tied to the couch? Sire, why are you lying on top of me and.... and I love you too." I whisper this last part, but still that earns me a slap around the head and most likely punishment later.

"You don't remember what happened?" Cordelia asks, clearly astonished. "You don't remember Angelus taking your body, or existing like a ghost?"

I try and think back. My last clear memory was sleeping in Spike's arms. Still, I'm not going to tell her that. Then everything goes kinda woozy. Like I was drunk or drugged or something. Memories of events return, but they are drifting like a fading dream. "I think I can remember making l.. er.."

"Yes, I saw that part," huffs Cordelia. "You owe me for therapy."

"You didn't see anything!" Spike grumbles.

"Everything is like a dream." I look up dumbfounded. "That was real."

"Yes," confirms Wesley. He goes on to explain, in brief details, what happened to me. It feels so surreal. That it could only happen in dreams. Through all this, Spike is strangely quiet. Still, I get the feeling he will have plenty to say when we are alone. He sure is going to fervidly deny that he told me he loved me in front of everyone. That will turn out to be my fault and he'll punish me for it, no doubt. Punishment to Spike means lots of sex, and dominance. Which is bad. Okay! So I'll be looking forward to it.

After Wesley explains the situation, Spike fills in the other details. The memory or dreamlike memory of that fight with Angelus is painful. Not just mentally, but physically as well. It feels like my body was ripped apart. Spike doesn't give all the details - I can feel it when he lies. Thankfully, when everyone decides that Angelus is finally gone, they unchain me. At last!

"Well, that was great work, guys - now bugger off," Spike orders. This episode certainly hasn't changed Spike's view of my friends. He's still not keen on them, and never covers up the fact he wants them out of the way.

"I think we should all go home and rest," I say, smoothing over possible hurt feelings. "It sounds like we've had a long day." Okay, now leave! I admit that I want to talk privately to Spike, too. I feel like I haven't touched him for days. For some reason I feel empty and used inside.

"Okay, we get the message," laughs Cordelia. "You want to *shag*."

That purely English word sounds strange with an American accent. Even Spike laughs at it. Finally they say their farewells and are gone. Spike and I are left alone. Whatever shall we do?

Spike's POV:

I know that Angel wants to talk, but I don't feel ready for that yet. I'm still getting over the strange events that happened in that dreamscape place. I saw my Childe torn to pieces, and the pain was unbelievable. Now, more than ever, I know I can never lose him. However, I'm not going to tell him that. It might get him thinking that he has me wrapped around his finger. Well, he does... kinda, but no way he needs to know that. I have to have *something* he doesn't know about me.

He looks pale and drawn after all that's happened, so I get him to feed and then take him up to our rooms. I don't say much. I don't really know what to say. To Angel, everything that happened to him had a dreamlike quality. To me it was all too real. I know how to make myself better, though - make myself forget the pain. Spike's relief plan - take Angel. Yep, that's going to work. Talking is all human shit - sex is the demon's way of making everything fine.

I suggest to Angel that he rests, and he lies on the bed. When he's on his back, I pounce on him. With a quick movement I've chained him to the headboard - again. I think this is where we were to begin. Great position.

"Sire? Spike, what the hell are you doing?!" exclaims Angel in surprise. "I thought we cleared up the fact I am not Angelus any more and.." he trails off. I think he gets the idea. "Spike! I haven't done anything wrong!"

I grin down at my Childe's furious eyes and touch his face. He feels so good, so real this time. I can feel the softness of his skin, smell his fresh scent, and feel my blood under the surface, flowing through his veins.

"One: You didn't ask permission to fuck your Sire. Two: I'm still mad about that clothes thing. Three: You went off and nearly got yourself killed. Four: I hated not being able to touch you. Five:..." I give him my best innocent grin as I strip off his clothing. "Five: I just like you this way." I don't give Angel a second to respond before I attack his luscious mouth again. No one is ever going to kiss my Childe but me.

"Rule no 139: No one kisses your mouth but me."

"Spike! Enough with the bloody rules! You don`t even remember them, right? 139 was Hair Gel!" I'm amazed that he remembers. I think there's one rule about not correcting his sire, however.

"Wasn't rule number 17:Never correct your Sire when he quotes the rules, even when incorrect? Isn`t that six punishments now?"

"Spike!" he yells in anger. Angel gives a little show of trying to get out of the chains, but in the end, he falls back onto the bed. I know he hates the rules. I don't think he has worked out that I mainly use them to get him into this position in the first place. I attack his mouth again, this time biting his lips and tasting his blood. Mine, really. Everything is mine. His body, his mouth, his skin, his cock and his ass, all mine. Mine!

"Sire.." Angel moans, as my kisses become more and more desperate. "I'll never leave you."

My hands dig into his skin with his words. I know I'm leaving bruises but I want him so badly. I can still smell Angelus on my Childe's body and I won't accept that. My Sire is dead, and I'm going to wipe off the last remaining scent of him forever.

In desperation I push Angel's legs up and spread them wide. His opening is revealed to me and I slam inside. Angel howls in pain, but I can't stop. My hands grip him to me tightly. Chest to chest. Mouths colliding with each thrust.

"Angel," I moan over and over again. I feel as though I can't get deep enough inside him. My tongue controls his mouth as my cock fills his body. I taste the blood from his split lip, but it's still not enough. My hands grab his hair and pull his head back, until his crown touches the pillow.

"Mine!" I roar, as I sink fanged teeth into his scar. We both come together, screaming our orgasms. Finally we collapse into a tangled heap on the bed. It's a while before I have the strength to move, but I don't leave my Childe's intimate embrace. I clean the mess I've made on his throat and then lift myself up on my arms. I have to smile. He's still panting from the strength of our passion.

"Can you untie me now?" He asks.

"I haven't finished yet."

"What? Damn it, Spike, untie me!"

"Uh, no. That was only punishment number one - still have five more to go."

"No! Spike.." I silence him with another kiss and a hard thrust. That should keep him quiet.

Angel's POV:

Finally, after two days, Spike decided my punishments were over and I could move about again. I wasn't happy about being chained all that time, but in so many ways I feel as though I have come home. That once again I belong to Spike. I will never admit to him that I like belonging to him. However, it doesn't mean I'll stop fighting with him. He won't get an easy ride with me - I can promise you that. Love doesn't mean I automatically submit to him.

Love doesn't mean that I will allow him to pick out my clothes, either. That's right, back to the problem we started off with - Spike getting rid of all my clothing. I have nothing left but leather jeans and a silk shirt, which Angelus totally ruined. I ended up having to borrow some of Wesley's. He is as tall as I am, but strangely they are a little tight. Spike laughed all the way to the store. Did I mention I hate shopping with Spike? We don't agree on anything.

Well, okay, I did buy something he wanted. A white shirt and slacks for some reason. Was a little distracted when I brought them. Spike took me in the changing room - literally - and I think I was a little high on pleasure after. Still, I'm not going to wear white. No way. Oh hell, he's giving me that look again. I won't let him choose my clothes. No way - that's a brown shirt. NO!

"NO! Spike, I don't wear brown!" Spike grabs my hand again and too my horror drags me back into the changing rooms.

"NO! Spike. People are going to get suspicious. No - I won't try it on." Spike shoves me back into the little cubicle and attacks my clothing again. His mouth covers mine and his fingers slip inside. Oh god, not again. He spins me around and pushes me against the wall as he presses his cock inside again. It's desperate, hard and fast, because Spike has a mission.

"Okay, I'll buy it," I moan, and Spike finally allows me to come. Oh, I just give up. I disgust myself. I'm totally addicted to Spike's sex, Spike's body, and Spike's blood. I hate how he made me buy another shirt I don't want. Why can't he pick anything black? Oh, he has.

"No! Sire."

"It's black," he answers amused.

"No!" Okay! So I like the Spike persuasion part as well!

Spike's POV:

I've worked Angel out completely now. I know him so well. I have a great plan and it works too. Spike's plan: Sex. And lots of it.

The End.