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Setting: A classic 1958 Dodge Desoto FireFlite crashes through the 'Welcome to Sunnydale' sign and screeches to a halt. The door opens and a nearly empty liquor bottle falls out and smashes to pieces on the pavement. Spike slides off of his seat and hits the street flat on his back on top of the broken glass, drunk out of his mind. He lifts his head unsteadily and tries to raise himself to his elbows.

"Home, sweet... (chuckles) home." He passes out and collapses back to the pavement.

Spike's POV:

I'm so pissed. So drunk that I can't even walk straight. I've been paralytic for...err... two weeks now? I don't really care. I'm still not plastered enough yet. Oh, joy. I pull myself up and gaze around. Oh... Looks like I fell out the car, again. This place is familiar... Oh, yes! Sunnydale. Home, sweet home. My lovely Dru and me owned this place. It was ours! Well it would have been if the blasted Slayer and my fucking Sire hadn't mucked up all my faultless plans. Now, my beloved Dru sings at the stars for someone else. *Sob*

No, I'm Spike. I don't need anyone. I can do this all by myself. I can run Sunnydale, the whole state! Yes. I'm the big bad, Spike! I never need for anything or anyone! I own this town and... Oh shit, I've run out of whiskey! I wonder if anyone can give me a few dollars?

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Hey, with a new bottle of the cheap stuff and I'm well away. My meandering has brought me to a familiar part of town. Our old home - *my* old home - the factory. We had so much fun here until Giles had to bloody burn the place down. That was my bastard's sire fault. Then Angelus had to go all fucking arrogant and conceited - trying to send everyone to hell! He had to be barking mad to come up with that moronic plan. I hope the Slayer dusted him. I could start again here, make myself master of Sunnydale. Oh, *hick*, yeah. I'll do it my way!

"And more / Much more than this / I did it my way"

I make my way down into the basement bedroom. Hey, maybe she'll be here waiting for me? She'll profess that she made a big mistake and she'll be mine again.

"Drusilla! I'm home!" I giggle.

No one's here. She didn't come back to me. *Sob* She doesn't want me! I wipe my nose and browse over Drusilla's dresser. Fucking dolls, I bet they told Dru to leave me. I pick one up and wait for it to tell me its secrets. They don't speak to me. They speak only to Dru. Well, they told her bloody porkies about me!

"Why did you do it, baby? Why did you leave me? We were happy here."

Stupid lying doll! I morph into game face and throw it to the floor. She always listens to her fucking dolls more than to me. She paid more attention to bloody Angelus than she did to me! I was just her worthless little spikey! I'll show her. I roar in fury, grabbing a candlestick.

"YOU..." I swing the candlestick down smashing into the doll's face, a face that changes now into dark eyes and even darker hair. "STUPID..." I swing again, as broken porcelain scatters across the floor like bones, "WORTHLESS... BITCH!" There is nothing left of the doll, my Dru's face vanishes from my sight. "Look what you've done to me," I snivel, wiping my nose again.

I can't stomach being in the factory any longer, and I've run out of booze again. I quickly find a little old lady outside a drug store and drain her dry. Bitch only had twenty dollars on her. That won't buy me any Grouse whiskey - it will have to be the cheap stuff, again. Having thought that, I realize I'm now in another familiar part of town.

Angelus' mansion. Upon spying in through the boarded-up doors, I half expect Angel to be sitting by the fireplace reading. Or maybe torturing someone was more his new style. The reinstalled Angelus set free by the loss of the soul wasn't my Angelus. Nah, that one was pissing psychotic. Drag the world into hell - what the hell was he thinking!

Ha! Wait a mo... *my* Angelus. Humph, Angelus was never mine. He was more Dru's than mine. Bitch. He totally disregarded me when he came back. The only time he talked to me was to trade insults. I presumed there'd be lots of fun and blood letting just as in past times, but nooo... Stupid fucker was obsessed with the bloody Slayer and constantly messing with MY DRU. I fling the whiskey bottle away from me and it smashes into the window. Oh, shit! Now I've got to go out and kill someone else.

I stagger back and lose my footing over a stupid tree someone planted there. Don't remember that being there, they must have moved it. Oh fuck, I don't think my legs work. *Giggle* Dru loved this garden... *sob* Stupid insane Angelus. I'm not afraid of him. Big bloody poofer! Uhm... I can take him on anytime. Oh yeah, I would scatter his ashes before Dru, then she wouldn't pine over him anymore. Uhm... Stupid ground is hard, how can you sleep on this? Maybe I should move... Find a nice willing body...zzzzzzz.

*While Spike sleeps something strange is happening inside the rundown mansion...*

Inside the mansion: The large open-plan room was dark and dusty. No one had been here since Buffy had left her Irish band abandoned on the floor months before. Now that ring vibrated as some hidden force punched its way into this reality. Even the air inside the hall started to tremor and hum. Violently, a light ripped into the fabric of reality and tore open a hole. It pulsated and something moved within. Unexpectedly, a form dropped out of the anomaly. It was large... male... naked... Upon the arrival of this naked form, the light dissipated and the room was silent. The figure on the cold stone floor trembled and moaned. Its form was sweaty and weak, tired muscles straining. Its body shook violently, and then calmed. It lifted its head feebly...

Angel snarled.

Angel could not recognize his surroundings. His body ached and he was disoriented; his last clear memory had been of pain. Continuous pain, which he had known for year upon year. Pain unending. Torture everlasting. His body involuntarily twitched as he remembered those torments. Angel keened like a wounded animal, and his body curled in on itself. He didn't want to recollect those times. He didn't want to remember the demons that tortured him, the ones who had raped him, the spirits that had visited him and summoned the terrifying memories of his crimes. He didn't want to think of the decades that they had left him alone. So alone that he had screamed and screamed until his voice broke just to end the silence.

Angel whimpered and silent tears fell from his eyes. He didn't know this place. It was so different from whence he'd came. The air was cool but dusty, and there was a familiar scent. Angel rolled onto all fours and tried to stand. His legs wobbled and he fell back onto the ground. He let out a sob and slammed his fist into the solid stone floor. His hand impacted painfully onto something and he picked up the shiny object. It was a ring. A Irish ring...

Angel screamed, throwing the object as far away from him as he could. His body trembled and he wept, huge sobs shaking his aching body. His mind rebelled against the emotions and memories the ring revoked. The feelings of betrayal, hurt, pain, and forbidden love. The memories of a girl kissing him, making him feel safe, and then shoving a sword through his chest. After that there was nothing but pain. Pain eternal. Suffering everlasting. A place where words, names, and feelings were forbidden. A place that had ripped his body and mind to shreds, and when he could give no more - they torn into his soul, as well.

Angel scrambled to his kneels again, and tried to stand. He's wasn't fully recovered from his most recent tortures so his body didn't have the strength to rise. In the end he crawled - crawled towards a familiar smell. The smell of sunrise. In hell there was no sun, no freedom. Here, however, he could smell it coming, it`s heat burning off the night`s dew. He knew, even though he knew nothing more, that he wanted the freedom that the sunlight promised. Angel crawled towards the atrium doors and smashed them open. The dawn was approaching quickly, the light moving across the damp ground towards him. Angel sighed and moved forward again.

Without noticing at first, his hand touched something that moved. He follows his hand to see a foot swaying before him. Angel snarled and sniffed. It smelt strangely like home. The scent was so familiar, so much like family. Angel crawled up the sprawled out body beneath him. It was outfitted in dark tight-fitting clothing, garments that reminded him of someone. Inside his scrambled mind, he just couldn't touch the memory of these clothes. The being was cool to his touch and when he moved up the body, he came face to face with a man. Not a demon, not a fiend from hell, or spirit, but a real person. Flesh and blood.

Hunger... Angel's mind screamed. Angel looked down at the sleeping man, sprawled on his back. One arm above his head, the other stretched out to the side. His head was tilted slightly, exposing a long, finely boned neck. Cool pale flesh called to the demon and hunger inside Angel. It would be so easy, just to take what he needed. He leaned over carefully and sniffed. The man smelled of some strong substance he couldn't recognise. Under that disguising scent was the odour of familiar, powerful blood. Angel was confused that there was no heartbeat from this man, but he had contradictory knowledge that the man was alive somehow. Angel leaned closer and his tongue licked at the strong exposed throat. He mewled deeply, feeling the sluggish movement of blood under the surface of the skin.

Without warning, Angel felt his face tighten, and his mouth watered in anticipation. His tongue touched long fanged teeth and he unconsciously knew what to do. He leaned forward and licked the neck again, his tongue instantly finding the line of the jugular. He opened his mouth wider and pressed fanged teeth into the cool skin. The skin split under his fangs and cool blood flooded his mouth. Angel groaned deeply and pressed himself against the man`s body. He could feel his body respond to the blood flowing into his limbs. His cock was hardening and he rubbed it against the man's thigh.

"Uhmm... Druuu..." The man moaned beneath him. Cool fingers touched his head and stroked through his hair... Then all at once, there was a loud scream from the man, and Angel was thrown aside. He howled as the sun prickled his skin, and then he quickly scrambled back under the shade of the tree.

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Part 2:

Spike's POV:

What the fuck...! My bloody hand's on fire. I screech and run over to the shaded garden fountain. I shove my hand into the water and it douses the flames. Oh, shit. I nearly burned to bloody death... me and Dru... Huh? I turn around and stare back at the large body hiding under the tree. That certainly isn't Dru. I know this because it is most undoubtedly male. I warily walk toward the cowering figure, and I gaze over the large naked body. Yep, definitely male. A substantial - extremely aroused - cock presses into his stomach. My eyes follow up to his face but I can't see his features. His arms shield his head and he shivers in fear. I can smell that deep fear, too - it's powerful, almost overwhelming in intensity. The man moves, trying to draw away from me, and as he does his right shoulder is revealed.

"Whoa!" I yelp in surprise, and slowly advance towards the vampire. It can't be! It's impossible! Angelus is dead, hopefully being tortured in some hell dimension. Buffy must have stopped him because Acathla never opened; I know that because we're still here, aren`t we? Yet the tattoo doesn't lie, and the smell of him doesn't either. He smells like my sire. Underneath all the muck, dirt, scars and fear - I can smell Angelus.

"Angelus," I ask, coming nearer the huddled form. He shivers at his name and backs away again. "Angel?" I try again. Still no reply.

Wait a mo... I try to get my hung-over brain to think. It's hard, because all it wants to do is pass out again. When I awoke I could have sworn I felt Dru bite me. My hand touches my throat and it feels wet. Bloody hell, he bit me! Hey, he got hard too. Interesting. My hand wanders down to my crotch - oh shit, I'm hard too - that's not interesting, it's deplorable. I shouldn't be getting hard when my sire bites me. I'm not a bloody fledgling.

"This is just too much," I murmur. I can't believe that my hell-sent Sire is actually here and curled up before me. Really strange, too, because he's dirty and naked. I advance towards him without a sound, but he knows I'm moving because he backs off again. He has really got me flummoxed, but also worried about his strange responses. I mean he's backing towards the sunlit patio, and he doesn't even notice it.

"Angelus, you prick. It's bloody daylight you know!" That doesn't get me the retort I had expected. I anticipated a sharp reply or a slap around the head, but not this. Angel uncurls slightly and snarls at me with bloodied fangs. Wild golden eyes inspect me and his long fangs drip with saliva. Huh, not the reaction I imagined. He's acting like a cornered wild animal. I reach out a hand to calm him but he instantly flinches back avoiding my touch as if it would burn him. Out of the blue, Angel issues a loud snarl before lunging directly at me. His huge weight slams into my body and I'm thrown back against the wall.

"What the hell are you doing?!" I scream at him. Angel doesn't seem to understand my words and starts circling me again. I think he wants to eat me. He keeps licking long, sharp fangs and staring at my blood-marked neck. No way! Another snarl warns me of his attack, but this time I'm ready. I entwine my fingers together and slam my two handed fist down into the back of his head. Angel yelps and backs off, shaking his head. He's a little wobbly on his feet as he attacks the third time. This time I swing at him, hitting his jaw, and causing him to howl in pain. Abruptly, the huge form of my sire totters before collapsing before me in the dirt.

"What the hell is going on?" I bellow at his unconscious form.

Bloody Hell! My blinking sire weighs a ton, even when he looks to be half starved. Where the hell does all the weight come from? I've decided to save his unconscious form from the sun and I drag him into the mansion. The place looks like it hasn't been lived in for months, not since Dru and I left. I wonder what happened between Angelus and Buffy. There is no sign of the Acathla statue in here. The only thing out of the ordinary is a black human outline on the floor. I dump Angelus away from the raising sun and touch the sooty outline.

"Bugger!" The damn thing's hot! That means it's fresh. What the hell does all this mean? Oh god, I wish I had some whiskey around. My head feels like someone is acting out Riverdance in there.

Right, first thing - I have to secure Angelus and then get some good whiskey. I locate some solid manacles and chains, which aren't hard to find because, well - Angelus' Home - pretty much full of chains and such toys. I shackle him and attach his chains to a hook conveniently placed on the wall. It stretches his arms up a bit, but hey, he looks good all restrained and naked. Next on the agenda is the whiskey.

Later: I've searched the whole damn house and found nothing. I can't believe Angelus would be without any liquor whatsoever. Bloody Scoobies must have stolen it. I stride back into the main room and spot Angelus sleeping. This is an enigma - why the hell is he here? Okay, I've worked out that he must have been sent into hell. The burn mark in the floor is his size, so I'm guessing with all the strange happenings in Sunnydale, it's not beyond reason. Somehow Angelus must have opened the portal, and then Buffy must have used his blood to close it. The question is how? Another great mystery is - why was Angelus returned? I'm guessing he pretty much belonged in hell. Then again maybe this isn't Angelus. What if the red-witch restored his soul? Which would mean this is Angel freshly returned from hell. Damn it! All these bloody questions are doing my head in. I need more booze.

Suddenly, behind me there is a low growl. I turn to face Angelus (or Angel?). He's not snarling at me, but rather at the chains. The smell of pure fear fills the room. An odour full of desperation and lost hopes. I watch gobsmacked as my sire, yells, screams, howls, growls as he tries frantically to free himself. I observe as skin tears from pulling on the metal restraints. I hear metal twist and bend as the manic vampire endeavours to escape his bonds.

"Angel." The sound of my voice stops his frantic movements. Large wet brown eyes meet mine. They hold no sanity or recognition. Even so they don't hold the same psychosis as Angelus' did. No this is different. It's almost like he has lost himself - his identity. That Angel is buried somewhere deep inside, and on the outside all that remains is pure beast. Raging animal desire for freedom from captivity. Oh, and maybe a little rutting according to his hard erection.

I approach Angel with caution, watching as he cowers away from me. He snarls, wide eyes searching for an escape. When he realises that he cannot escape his cuffs; he tries to shrink into the corner, his body curling in on itself. He flattens against the wall, trying to make himself even smaller, as if he could disappear into the stonework. I stretch out my hand and Angel whines. It's high pitched, filled with fear, anger and anticipation. He believes I'm going to beat him, or whatever else they did to him in hell. I can't say the thought has never crossed my mind. It has. I thought about taking him, beating him for everything he's done to me. Truth is, what's the point? He won't understand my anger, or the reasons behind the beating. Still, I'm getting a little high from Angel cowering before me.

"Angel," I restate. I wonder if he can comprehend my words. I don't know if he does, but I think he'll decipher my next action. I slowly move forward and press my wrist towards his mouth. Feral eyes stare into mine, as his large body shudders in incoherent fear...

A part of my brain is screaming: what the hell I am doing? My plan should be to find a way to get Drusilla back. I did think of having that little red-witch doing a love spell. Unfortunately, I've got myself a little distracted by the arrival of my feral sire. You know this looks far more interesting than chasing after a little tail, especially such fickle tail.

I have an idea about communicating with Angel. Vampire blood has a very powerful distinct smell and taste, and each vampire will contain elements of his or her lineage. Therefore being Angelus' childe, he will be able to taste himself within mine. He'll smell our connection, and our deep family ties. I'm putting a lot of faith that Angel will still be able to interpret this from my blood. My nail slashes my wrist and the smell of my blood fills the room. Angel starts to salivate, and his tongue flicks over his lengthening fangs. He keens and snarls, but he does carefully come forward, sniffing at the blood dripping to the floor. He leans down, stretching his arms up, and licks at the spilt red life's-blood of the stone floor, when it's gone, he's mouth drops open and he catches each red droplet.

Oh fuck, just watching his animalist display is turning me on. The way his tongue flicks out to catch each globule of blood. He misses a few and they impact on his face, creating a savage looking face painting. All too soon my wound heals and the blood dries up. Angel whines, this time not in fear but in need. He's begging for more. Should I? Should I feed him my own blood? Vampire blood is family, bonds, love and all those deep meaningful emotions. It's not something you share willingly with your enemy. It was something I shared with Angelus over a hundred years ago. I was his childe and even though those time were few and far between, I did feed from him. We have been estranged since, never sharing our blood again.

Angel strains forward on his knees trying to reach me. His arms pull on the chains as he endeavours touch me, needing more of my blood. I wonder how far I can take this? Can I control him? I hunker down and advance towards him in a non-threatening manner. Angel whines half in fear and half in need. He's hard and his cock weeps pre-cum as he struggles to get nearer. I wonder if I've ever known true beauty until now. This savage Sire of mine is an awesome sight. He's all hard muscle, skin shiny with sweat and dirt, erect cock begging to touched, and feral eyes speaking of carnal danger and desire. Is this the continuation of the obsession that's haunted me all these years? Oh, what the hell!

I lean forward and Angel sniffs my neck. I feel his fangs graze my skin and Angel whines again. Why doesn't he bite?

"Bite, Angel," I encourage him. Angel licks at the jugular and swiftly bites down. I moan at his invasion, as his strong sharp teeth dig into my skin and he draws heavily on my blood. Down below his body presses closer to mine, and to my astonishment he starts to thrust into my thigh. I never would have thought Angel could be so debased. He's immodest and brazen with his humping. His long cock rubs against me trying to get blissful friction, and then he attempts to get closer to rub his testicles into my knee.

I reach down and roll his balls between my fingers. Angel growls and keens into my neck. I think he's taken enough blood and I wrench his head away. Seconds later, Angel is across the floor and once again pressed against the wall. He protects his head with his arms and waits. I don't do anything else, but reach down between his legs and re-start my massage. Angel moans and writhes beneath me. He is struggling not to thrust into my hands, as if he does he'll be punished. He starts to pant and I know from past experience he's going to climax soon. I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, to hold off his approaching orgasm.

Angel yelps as his hands claw at the stone wall. I ignore the pain and need of his discomfort, as he screws his face up to fight off his orgasm.

"Never take from me, unless I give permission - understand?"

For a moment I wonder if he can fathom the meaning of my words, but something comes alive in those dark eyes. Angel nods.

"Always obey me." I squeeze harder and Angel weeps. "Okay, you can cum now." My hand returns back to his knackers, rolling them hard and with my other hand I start a rough pumping action on his weeping length. In moments Angel ejaculates with a low controlled growl. He collapses back against the wall and I can see sleep take him. I guess he hasn't cum in a while.

Looking down at his pliant body, I wonder what they did do to him there? What tortures they performed? I can see the scarring. It's not terribly clear to the eye. The marks are pale just as vampire skin is pale. Old scars. It amazes me to encounter a scarred vampire. I never knew vampires could do that - well, not post-vampire bodies. Not like Angel's. Across his middle there are layers of them; they spread over his chest and nipples, then they even travel down further between his legs. Even his feet have scars.

Suddenly, my eye catches something sparkle under Angel's body. I extend my hand under him and touch a ring. A female's ring - Buffy's. I'm not sure but it's an Irish cad... wedding ring. Angelus has worn one for centuries. I slip it onto my little finger. I might be able to sell it and get some good whiskey for a change.

Later: I leave Angel chained to the wall and I make my way out of the mansion. It's night again and I'm bloody starving. I should be doing something about Drusilla, but I just can't get my head around it at the moment. Angel's reappearance has created numerous unanswered questions and awakened so many thoughts concerning him I never knew I had. Thoughts of Angel's body, Angel's sex, Angel's fear and Angel's needs. At this moment in time Angel requires my attention as much as Drusilla did after Prague. This time, however, I won't make the same mistakes I made with her. I don't want to cure Angel. I want to control him.

Sunnydale hasn't changed much since I left. Still too many vampires and whitehats. I saw the little redheaded Witch in the magic shop. I avoided her; I can't have Buffy discovering my little secret and me too quickly. I hide in a doorway while she passes. Uhm... that magic shopkeeper looks tasty. Looks like I've found dinner. I wonder if I should bring some home for Angel.

I make it back to the mansion in under an hour since I had to stop off for an another quick bite. Not very tasty and I think I'm going to be picking body piercing out of my teeth for weeks. Huh... What's this? The little Slayer comes a creeping. I catch a flash of dyed blond hair moving into the side entrance of the mansion. Oh shit, she'll discover Angel! No way, I want him left the way he is. I don't want the bloody Slayer mucking around with his head. Got enough of my own messing to do. I silently follow her inside and nothing... where did the bitch go?

Then without warning a body ploughs into me from behind, sending me flying into the opposite wall. I kick out my leg behind me, and make contact with the small feminine Slayer. She flies back with a Humph. I jump up and twist around to face her, fists ready.

"Spike?"

"Slayer. Love what you've done with the hair."

"What are you doing back here? I thought you ran away with Drusilla. Couldn't keep her happy?"

"Hey, Dru belongs with me! Until she left me, but that's all your and the poof's fault."

"What, you weren't man enough for her?"

I bellow in rage and run at the petite Slayer. Unfortunately, she's faster. She grabs my jacket as I rush past, swinging me around and sending me crashing into the opposite wall. In seconds, I'm flying over her back and smashing into the floor. I look up to see her pull a stake out of her waistband. Just great, now I'm about to be dust.

Suddenly, from behind her there is a low growl. I can see two glowing golden eyes in the darkness. Buffy spins around and tries to find the new arrival. Oh, he's good. She doesn't spot him, so she decides to finish me off. Her stake is held high and is heading directly for my heart. From out of the darkness a huge naked form pounces at her. Chains rattle and teeth snap at her neck.

I get to my feet to watch this unforeseen change in events. I'm amazed at Angel's stealth and cat-like reflexes. He's like a great giant panther. I gasp as Buffy kicks him off her and he lands on his back, but in seconds he flips up and attacks again. I think he's going to beat her. She's never faced - I've never seen - savagery like this. He bites, claws, rips, anything to destroy his opponent. Buffy lands a lucky blow between his legs and he yelps, stumbling away from her. Just in that instant she's able to see his face.

"Angel?"

Angel stills at his name and Buffy reaches out for him. "Is that you, Angel? How..." There are tears in her eyes and her hand trembles as she stretches out to touch him.

Oh, just bloody great. Now he's going to get all weepy and remember his long lost love. It makes me sick! Angel's large golden eyes stare at the girl before him. I surmised they would be overflowing, filled with love and need, but they're not. They are filled with pain and betrayal. Angel takes a step back, but Buffy takes two forwards.

"Angel... It's me - Buffy..."

With the sound of her voice Angel roars. Large fanged teeth are bared at her and she hesitates. Angel's large body starts to quiver and his fingers itch as if clawing at something. Now this not what I had envisioned. I thought she was the one love of his life, his reason for bloody being. Now I think he's scared and enraged at her.

"Angel!" I warn. Golden eyes turn to me, and Angel actually calms a little. He starts a low whining sound, and his clawed hands clutch at his stomach. That motion seems to mean something to Buffy. She stares at him with wide anguished eyes. Then with a loud sob she turns and runs. I turn back to Angel to... he's gone.

"Angel?" I head slowly into the main room. I can't be too careful, having seen what Angel is capable of in this state. He's truly feral, his instincts running wild. To my complete bewilderment I find him crouching back in the corner where I had chained him. He has broken the iron hook holding his chains, which is pretty amazing feat. He's squatted in the dark corner, his arms shielding his head again. His whole body is trembling and anticipating whatever punishment he would have been given in hell.

I have no desire to punish him. You might think that pretty strange. However, the point is that Angel protected me, he broke the chains to save *me* from his lost love. No way am I punishing him for that. Angel sobs as I approach him. I crouch down beside him and pull his arms away from his head.

"Angel, look at me when I speak to you." Large watery eyes find mine. I touch his cheek and he sobs even louder. "You won't be punished for protecting me." I don't know if he understands the words but I think my calm tone is getting through. His body relaxes slightly and he nuzzles my hand. I bring my wrist to my mouth and bite. Angel's face morphs with the first smell of blood, but he doesn't move. I hold my wrist before his mouth and nothing... Oh, forgot. "You have permission." Angel's fangs are lodged in my skin before I've finished speaking. He doesn't touch me anywhere else, just bites. He suckles long and hard, eyes closed and his body softly purrs.

"Stop!" I instruct and Angel releases my wrist. When his eyes reopen they are brown again and he scrutinizes my face. Good job I had two courses for dinner. I look down his body and notice he's hard again. Blood always does that, to any vampire really. Being soulful doesn't prevent him from getting hard. His reactions remind me of Dru.

I return to the side door and retrieve the bottles of whiskey I brought earlier. I slump down next to Angel, leaning against the wall.

"Dru left me, you know." I don't expect him to reply but he's listening, I can tell. His eyes take in my every movement. "She just left. She didn't even care enough to cut off my head or set me on fire." I take a long drink of whiskey and sniff. I can feel the depression creeping back. Angel's derangement reminds me so much of my beloved Dru. I start to talk to him, but haven't a clue why because he can't bloody understand me. "It was that truce with Buffy that did it. Dru said I'd gone soft. That I wasn't demon enough for the likes of her. And I told her it didn't mean anything, I was thinking of her the whole time, but she didn't care. So, we got to Brazil, and she was... she was just different. I gave her everything: beautiful jewels, lovely dresses with exquisite girls in them, but nothing made her happy. And she would fliiirt!" I sniff and Angel softly whimpers, "I caught her on a park bench, making out with a *chaos* demon! Have you ever seen a chaos demon? They're all slime and antlers. They're disgusting."

I down the rest of the whiskey and lean towards Angel. He backs away instantly. I growl and his large body freezes. Maybe I should dress him? Must be chilly on that cold floor, but I think I'm aroused by the view. Angelus in any incarnation always looked pretty spectacular. Now all scarred, trembling and relying on me, he looks even better.

"When she panted after you, I could understand that." Huh? I could? "I could see why she was attracted. I was so pissed at you because all you ever did was walk all over me. Dru didn`t pay me much attention either." I lean in and inhale him. Angel smells of pain, suffering, betrayal, hatred and underneath all that is desire. Desire for someone not to hurt him. Well, I don't know if I can promise him that. I stretch out my hand, and trail a finger over one pale scar that runs down his arm. "Will these heal?" I ponder out loud, "If I feed you, will you recover? Will you regain your sanity?"

Angel hasn't a clue what I'm talking about. His eyes still just follow me. There is no recognition there, nothing to say he knows who I am. My hand travels down his chest then lower to wrap around his long hard shaft. Angel yelps, startled; then he groans, partially in fright, but also in desperate need. My hand pumps him hard and his head falls back.

"No! Look at me. This is me doing this." His head snaps up and the bones click. Wide eyes find mine again and I stare into his dark depths. Angel begins to pant as my hand becomes rough, although I won`t be letting him cum.

"Dru left me because of you. She never saw me when Angelus came back. It was all Angelus this... Angelus killed that... Well I got pretty pissed off with it." Angel's eyes widen and then he does something that makes me stop and think. He turns away from me. I'm a little confused about his actions, but before I can speak, he presses his head to the ground and presents me his quivering ass. Fucking amazing sight too. Angel's body shudders more violently with each second and his eyes are squeezed shut.

Bugger! He believes he's still in hell. I bet they used Buffy's image to remind him what Angelus had done. I wonder if they used mine. That really bugs me. I am perfectly capable of doing my own punishing, thanks very much. I look down at the image before me: - My sire offering himself for the taking. I just want to contemplate that sight for a moment, you know, get a perfect memory of it. Because I'm not going to take advantage of it. You know why? Never in my long life have I ever needed to rape anyone. Not one. Every single one of my lovers gave of them themselves freely. Even Dru. If Angel's going to be any replacement for where I stick my cock, he's going to go willingly to my bed. I am not Angelus; I've never needed to use coercion on anyone. I'm just too damned exceptional at seduction.

I think I'm going to scratch the plan about getting Dru back. I mean, I don't want her after she's been with a fucking Chaos demon. Yuck, all that slime, you don't know where it has been. Bleagh. Now Angel, he's different. All nicely nutty and scared shitless of me. Yeah, I'm getting a new, more gratifying little plan. Along the way I might just throw in a plan to destroy the Slayer and her posse. Oh, yeah. The big bad is back and I don't need Dru to make this go as planned.

Okay, first I need to get Angel to trust me and only me. So I reach out and touch his muscular back. He shivers beneath me but doesn't move. I can see the trail of scars leading down his back to his smooth buttocks. Lots of scarring there. A little snivel issues from his bent form, but he quickly restrains himself.

"Angel, turn around," I bid him, yet he remains immobile. I grab hold of the chains attached to his wrists and pull. Angel crashes to the ground and wide astonished eyes find mine. Damned expressive, those eyes. So unlike Angelus. `Eyes like needles' is what Dru used to say about them. I should have been aware he was Angel just from that evidence alone. They are so... so soulful. Emotional and all that shit.

"Come with me," I direct him as I tug Angel to his feet. I pull him out of the main room, and through into Angelus' bedroom where there is a shower room. It's the best one in the whole house, so it just had to be his, didn't it. Bastard. Still, now its my slave's and mine. I shepherd him into the bathroom and he looks around amazed. It's all white, bright and pretty horrid. Vampires shouldn't really have anything white - black or red, now they are proper colours.

"Get in," I shove him into the shower and he stands there petrified. I turn the shower knob on, and just hope the water hasn't been cut off. The showerhead spurts for a moment but then warmish water rains down upon him. Angel screams. In a flash, he's in the bottom of the shower tray curled into a tight ball. I just have to laugh. This, the mighty Angelus, is scared shitless by a little water.

With a last little chortle, I strip down and step into the shower. Angel gazes up at me from the floor, surprised by my presence. I watch as he carefully gets on his knees and looks up with doggy eyes. He appears to understand something is happening in here. I'm not sure what he does think that is, but when his tongue licks at my erection, I don't say a word. I might not want to rape him, but a little head never did anyone any harm. Anyhow he needs the protein.

Angel's cool tongue licks at the end of my penis, then he makes a ring with his mouth and slides it down. I feel myself go deeper and deeper until I'm pressing into his throat muscles. Then all movement stops. Well, that really hacks me off.

"Fucking suck!" I yell at him, but Angel does nothing. He just holds the pressure of his mouth and I stay encased in his wetness. Oh, blast! I get it. I slide my hand into his thick hair and take hold of a good handful. Then with slight movements I move his head up and down my shaft. It's effin' hard work not to thrust into his wet cavern, but that's what he's expecting. He's predicted I'm gonna take him, just like others must have done. Sure that will get me off, but there's little fun in it. I want him licking, sucking, and bringing me off in the heights of bloody pleasure. Hey, I can fantasise, can't I? I won't tell anyone this, but Dru never really did this right. I think it was a little beyond her ability to grasp. Then there was Angelus who never sucked anyone off. What a total twat. When I sucked him off I could have done anything to him. Having Angel suck me off now will be showing him, in some minor way, that I am putting my trust in him.

With a few guiding thrusts, Angel gets the message. I stop my instructing and he freely sucks his mouth up and down my shaft. I feel him tightening his cheek muscles as he pulls on the skin of my penis. After a couple of slow movements, he almost withdraws, until only the crown remains in his mouth. He swirls his tongue around, caressing and pushing at the foreskin, sending delightful shivers up my cock into my balls. I told you a little interaction is better. Angel continues with his sliding and sucking. I just love vampire' lack of breathing. He doesn't even take a break. Soon I can't restrain myself anymore and my hands grasp his shoulders. I begin a slow and gentle thrusting into this mouth and I can feel his throat muscles relax. I press forward and Angel swallows; strong muscles squeeze the cock-head tightly. Well that does it for me. I scream and fill his mouth with my orgasm. Finally, when the flashing lights and music in my head finally stop, I look down into Angel's face. His expression is strange. I think he's confused by the fact I'm smiling.

I lean down and do something that even surprises myself. I kiss him - never kissed Angelus before. He tastes of cum...fear and uncertainty. There isn't much interaction on his part which is a little disappointing, considering how good he feels under my lips. When I break away from his mouth, I grab his shoulders and pull him up. I think he needs a little cleaning. I find some shower gel and start to clean my Sire's scarred body. Already some seem lighter than before. Maybe the infusion of my blood has already started to heal him. My fingers and nails dig at the dirt and scrapes, cleaning them away. It isn't long before I hear a really remarkable sound. Angel starts to purr. His eyes close and his body presses into my hands. The skin quivering as I work over him. I think I need to re-enforce this little show.

My hands slide down his body and take a firm hold of his erect member. He groans deeply and rocks in my embrace. When you look at him he's quite... well, exquisite. My hands continue to stroke him, stretching and gently pulling on his skin. Beautiful, firm skin, cool and hard under my hand. I caress the crown of his cock and the glands, working down to strike against his pubic bone. With each thrust of my hand, Angel shudders in my arms. My fingers pulls the skin tighter each time and he starts to pant, with a low growl issuing from deep in his chest. He is so predicable.

"Angel, cum," I whisper into his ear, then gently suck on the lobe. He shivers as my breath caresses his flesh and seconds later, his cum coats my hands. I bring one hand to my lips and staring into his astonished eyes, I taste him. Mmm... pretty tasty, better than I remembered.

Angel sinks down exhausted to the ground and gapes up at me while I finish washing. I guess his orgasm drained him a little. I wonder if I can get him to kill? Human blood is capable of healing him far quicker than animal. I could feed him mine all the time, but that has a hidden clause. The more two vampires share of their blood the more entwined they become - emotionally and physically. Still, I don't think it's a very strong reaction, just look at Dru and me. I shared everything with her and she still left me. Bitch!

I feel my anger rising as the cause of my grief crouches down below me. Angelus. Well, Angel really. I could beat him, rape him, and make him endure the same agony I am feeling. I could, but somehow I don't really think it'd be much use. Angel wouldn't understand my beating, the reasons why. To him it would be just another torture sessions, a continuation of what he`s already experienced. Nothing more. Bloody *hell* demons have even messed up my revenge.

I growl and grab Angel's wet chains. He whines as I tug him out from under the warm shower. It's the first time he's ever tried to disobey me. Hey, what if I make Angel mine? If I mess him up good, the good guys lose one of there number and I hurt the Slayer.

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