21st December 2012

Angel�s Journal:

It�s coming up to 3am on the morning of the 22nd of December. Yesterday, was the winter solstice. The longest night of the year. A night of mayhem and magic. I remember when I was Angelus - we revelled and rejoiced on that night. Today for all demons, it�s no different. Cordelia�s visions started as soon as the sun when down, and never stopped until just half an hour ago. All off us were exhausted; we worked so hard, tried to hard. But we just couldn�t save everyone. During the night, Spike fought at my side, and I discovered we are a formidable team.

Someone... died. We were too late to save them, and for one moment, I thought I saw tears in Spike�s eyes. I wanted so much to hold him at that second. To wrap my arms around his frame, to sooth his pain and my own. Yet, I couldn�t. Spike closed up again; he turned and walked away dropping some inappropriate comment.

I�ve never had the chance to open Spike�s present. I fear what�s inside it. I can guess what he�s chosen. He understands about the longest night, and expected like I did, that we can�t save everyone. He�ll be in pain, hurting, and when he comes to me, he shall be William and shall show those emotions.

I put down my pencil and stare at the package. Part of me hopes that it is what I expect. I can help Spike/William. I can give him freedom from guilt and suffering.

I know it�s not really the 21st anymore, but I wonder if he�s going to come to my rooms before dawn. I unwrap the box, listening out for Will�s voice. My gift box is decorated like the others, larger than most, and on the front are nine drummers boys. I shiver at the sight. An appropriate sign - drummer boys used to lead a battalion into war. That�s what we experienced today. I open the box, expecting some sort of punishment device. Cuffs or a flogger maybe. I have a terrible shock when I tip them out.

On the desk top lies 2 garlic cloves, 2 crosses, 2 small bottles of holy water, 2 lighters and one long wooden stake.

All things harmful - fatal even - to vampires.

He thinks I would end his pain? That I would... could kill him? Oh god! I feel my anger rising.

"Sire?" The voice at the door almost makes me jump out of my skin.

"Come in," I answer, my voice calm but sharp. When the door opens, I have to clench my fists and bite my tongue from reacting. I feel like screaming and shouting at him about even thinking I�d harm my Childe - that I could kill him!

He closes the door behind him, and moves to stand beside the desk, naked and... nervous. "You don�t like them," he states.

"No," I snap, a snarl in my voice. "What is this, Spike? You want me to kill you? Well, that isn�t going to happen!" I shove my chair away violent and stand on my feet.

"No, Sire! I didn�t want...." Will cries in alarm. He shyly looks to the floor. "I want you to... to me... I need it. And these... well, Angelus used them and I... Oh good grief! I liked it. No one�s ever done it since, not even Dru. I want you. You said you would."

I calm immediately. Shamed by my reaction. I should have given him a chance to explain before I blew a gasket. I walk around the edge of the desk and slip a hand around his thin waist. My large fingers splay the centre of his back and I draw him close.

"Today has been hard. I know I feel it too. The desperation, the fear, the anger, and the... desire. You are a vampire William, yes you should control those urges to kill, but there�s nothing wrong in what you feel."

"I wanted to taste them," he whispers.

"I know, so did I." I pause, looking deeply into shining blue eyes. "We are stronger though. But I shall show you what is safe to taste." I lean forward and gently kiss his lips. He moans deep into my mouth, leaning forward to press against me. Instead, I step back and drag his arms behind him. Will gasps as I restrain him. "You are mine. You will obey me or you shall be punished. You will not speak unless I permit, do nothing unless I say so say first. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Sire," Will whispers in shocked awe. A delighted shiver passes through our bodies and I drag him over to the doorframe. The cuffs are where I left them from last time. He�s silent as I attach each hand and then feet making sure each one is taut and tight.

I cross over to the desk, removing my clothing as I go. I smell his increased arousal, so sweet mixing with his pain. I pick up the least lethal object. The garlic isn�t very dangerous to vampires. It causes a slight skin irritation and the sensation of burning. Also the smell is revolting. Then again most humans think that too. I pick up the garlic, and rip it open. Taking out a single clove, I crush it between my fingers, and then cross back to Will hanging in my doorway. He groans and watches my actions with wide eyes. I stand before him, and rub the crushed garlic down the centre of his chest. He groans loudly, struggling a little with the first burn. I watch my hand move slowly down, and then I take another clove and repeat the action this time down a pale thigh. I continue rubbing small areas, leaving behind raw red skin. I move around to his back. I repeat the ritual, rubbing small areas. I choose one special place, making sure I rub two round rings on his taunt buttocks. Red raw skin is going to hurt when I rub against him.

I tire of the garlic, and return to the desk. I hear Will emit a loud gasp. I give him a quick glance, his eyes are closed and he writhes in the chains. I have to give him credit for his courage. I turn back to the desk and take out a cloth. Next the crosses. I pick them up and return to my Childe�s defenceless body. His eyes immediately blink open when I stand before him.

"Open your hand," I direct.

William�s eyes widen in apprehension, but in a sign of extreme trust he opens his hand. With bare fingers I pick out one of the crosses from the cloth. Steam rises from my fingers, and the smell of burning flesh assaults our noses. Will gulps as I lift the cross towards his hand. He knows it�s going to burn like hell.

"Uh!" Will cries, his face morphing with the pain. I press the cross deep into his palm.

"Hold it!"

"Sire!" Will sobs, but he does as I command. I cringe at the smell of burning flesh, but I don�t... can�t stop. I take the other cross, putting it into my palm. The metal touches my skin and sizzles. "Sire, no!" Will is shocked by action. He stares at my smoking hand. In seconds I hardly notice the burning. Pain can be ignored. I press my palm just above his navel and listen to my Childe scream.

How long did I torture him? I don�t know. I just know my hand was now a burnt cinder, dripping blood over pale skin as I moved over his body. When I couldn�t hide the pain any longer, I dropped the cross.

"Let it go!" I yell at Will.

"I can�t," he wails. I grab his hand, noticing that the cross is stuck to skin and bone. I rip it out. William howls in agony, tears in his golden eyes.

I know what shall help. I step close to his form, pressing the my length against his suspended one. Our cocks are still hard, erect and unfulfilled. Not even pain can change that. I groan, feeling the burns, blood and heat against my skin. We are face to face, and I give him a small smile.

"Bite." I tilt my head, leaning in close to his mouth. His mouth opens, but he hesitates with his fangs next to my skin. "Drink me, Childe." I lift my arm, and press our injured hands together. Our blood combines, the Sire�s stronger than the Childe�s. I feel his skin shift and start to heal under the pressure. He groans and presses his fangs into the tender flesh of my neck. I feel him suck harshly, my blood filling his mouth. He swallows greedily, taking as much as I am willing to give. Finally, when my eyes start to blur, I grab his hair and yank his head back.

"Enough!" I pant, my body trembling with the blood loss, but also the desire from him taking from me. The feel of his mouth on my flesh. His teeth in my skin. The sensation of my blood being pulled into his... I gasp, and crush my mouth to his. He tastes sweet and coppery. I have to drag my lips away, or I�d forget about the whole punishment thing, and kiss him for the next day or so.

"Oh Sire, please," Will begs. He tries to reach my lips again. His limbs pulling on the strong chain, trying to get closer.

"Ah Will," I laugh, "you�re breaking the rules."

He snarls lightly, tugging at his chains again. I�m surprised he�d risk punishment just to kiss me.

"Give me your bloody mouth," he growls. There is a flesh of anger in his eyes. A spark of Spike.

I chuckle and step away. I return to the desk and grab a bottle of holy water. I uncork it, and glide back over to him. He licks his lips, leering at me.

"Fuck, you are so gorgeous, Sire. I want your mouth," he demands.

"Do you?" I grin, leaning close again, our cock rubbing together, and his head falls back. He growls, trying to shove his hips into mine. I move closer and offer him my lips. He kisses me again, his tongue pushing deeper into my mouth. He nips and laps, suckling on my tongue - powerfully enough to split it open. When the blood flows - he kisses even harsher.

"Argh!" he screams, as the bottle of holy water tips in my hand. It covers his chest, smoke rises and he drives us apart. His body arches, and he screams again. "Oh yes! More!" He bellows when the initial pain passes.

Holy water can cause such beautiful colours on vampire skin. Red, gold and blues. I create such pretty pictures on Will�s body. He groans so appreciably. He rocks against my body. Demands my tongue. Screams for my touch. Yep, there is a lot of Spike in him tonight. More than tonight than ever before. I like his fighting and I�m enjoying his constant demands for mouth.

"Sire, please I wanna fuck your mouth."

"Do you?" I lean close, dribbling a few drops on his raw chest. He groans, and then tries to stretch over to me.

"Oh yeah." He flicks his tongue out, trying to reach my mouth again. I�m surprised he�s developing such an obsession for it. He�s never really had much interest in it before. I lower my mouth on his. His tongue dives in, forcing deeper and deeper, trying to touch my throat.

I jump back suddenly - I want more. I drop the holy water, run to the desk and take up a lighter. I unchain his arms and legs, so fast he drops to the floor. Seconds later, I�m in the bedroom lighting a couple of candles. I can�t help being a little bit of a romantic.

"Sire!" William yells. He dives across the room and throws me onto the bed. Our mouths connect again, kissing with intensity we�ve never known before. He wriggles against me, rubbing our erections together.

"Want your mouth," I groan. Will understands what I want and he shifts around. I�m now presented with a long hard cock in my face. I take hold of his hips and pull him forward. The tip of his erection presses against my lips and I swallow him down. He cries out, and seconds later; I�m taken into his cool mouth. He sucks my penis, just as he sucked my tongue. He laps and suckles, and swallows around me. I repeat the same actions on him. Taking pleasure in the taste of him - the feel of him. He�s so hard against my tongue. I explore his tip, pushing my tongue under the foreskin. Deeper and deeper, until I push it back, exposing the deep peach coloured tip. I stick my tongue in the slit, and he comes. His mouth and throat tighten around me, and I follow him into complete bliss.

Will turns himself around and collapses on top of me. His lips find mine again and we kiss lazily. I taste Will and myself on our tongues, and I savour the taste.

"Oh Will Childe," I murmur against this mouth. " You are in deep trouble."

"Huh?" William draws back startled, then he remembers. He came first. "What�s my punishment, Sire?" he asks in a cheeky grin.

"Hmmm... kiss me some more."

He has no problem doing that.

*****
Day 10: On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me... Ten Pipers Piping

22nd December 2012

Angel�s Journal:

I hate Christmas shopping. I hate it! I despised every moment. In fact, by the time Cordelia had given me the 15th lecture on how to shop, I had given up. I walked away and came home, leaving my shopping behind. There was no way I was standing it anymore.

So I am home, brooding and strangely missing Spike. Whom I couldn�t find when I arrived back. I hate shopping. Now I have no gifts, Christmas is coming up fast and I won�t go out again with Cordelia.

Another thing that put me into a bad mood was - William didn�t stay in my bed. We kissed for hours this morning, nothing more. Just kissed and then when I fell asleep, he left.

I thump my journal down, grab it and shove it in a draw. To get rid of my brooding attitude I reach for Will�s present. I feel my spirits lift just thinking about him. Last night was a revelation to me. I didn�t know I liked kissing him so much. I wish he were here just now so I could repeat that engagement. Impatiently, I rip open his present and pull out the gift box. The front of the box has ten Scots men with bagpipes under their arms. I love the sound of them - being Irish who wouldn�t. Nothing sounds better than the Irish bagpipes; shame these are Scots.

I take off the lip and pull out the customary piece of paper. It says:

On the tenth day of Christmas my true love sent to me...

Huh? I take out a string of bright turquoise coloured balls. What on earth are these? They sure weren�t around when Angelus took interest in sex toys. There is no way I�m going to ask Will what they are. I mean I�m older and far more experienced. What could you use them for? I mean 10 two inch balls on a strong plastic rope - what could you do... Oh my god!

I drop the length of beads. Surely all those could fit inside... I feel the side of my lip tightening at the thought and I know I�m smirking. I think I�ll have to find out if they do fit.

"Sire?" There is the knock at the door, and his welcome face appears around it.

Now why didn�t I think of that before? Why go shopping with Cordelia when I can go with Will? I love being with him. Seeing him... We are friends, aren�t we? Friends shop together. Well then, that�s settled.

"Childe, go get dressed were going out!" I call, grabbing my leather jacket.

"Out?"

I open the door and grab his arm. "Yep, you�re going Christmas shopping with me."

"No!" Will gasps in shock.

"Yep, Cordelia pissed me off once too often. Now you�re coming with me instead."

I drag him down the hall, and into the room he�s claimed as his own. I grab some of his clothing, jeans and shirt, and help him dress. Next, I pour his protesting form into his jacket and drag him down the stairs.

One hour later we are standing in the centre of the mall. Will (or should I call him Spike away from my room?) is quiet and standing stiffly at my side.

"What are we �ere for then?" Spike asks, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it.

I�m amazed at how quickly he changes from one characteristic to the other. "Presents for my human family," I reply, looking around dazed. I hate this.

"This way then." Spike grabs my arm and drags me across the mall to a ladies boutique.

Three hours later; I have my presents. I can�t believe we�ve done it so quickly. It wasn�t really all that bad either... I think I actually enjoyed it. Finally, I drag him into a jewellery store.

"I�d like to look at naval rings please," I tell the assistant and she vanishes into the back of the shop. Spike raises an eyebrow at this, and steps nearer to me.

"You want to buy me..." he starts looking stunned.

"I�m buying you a present, Childe," I interrupt. Why should he be surprised by me buying him something? I mean... Oh, I guess I�ve never brought him anything. Not even as Angelus.

I take hold of his arm and drag him near. The assistant reappears with a tray of solid gold navel studs. She gives a passing look at my hand on Spike�s arm, but says nothing. I look at the tray she puts before me and notices a diamond stud.

"You like this one, Will?" I ask, calling him by his private name.

Spike�s eyes widen at the sight of the diamond stud and the price. "Err... sure," he replies, uncertain.

"I�ll have this one then." I hand the stud over and give her my credit card.

"But Sire, I�m not..."

"Worth it?" I move close, and lift his chin with my finger. "You are, my Will." I lean in and our lips touch. Oh lord, I�ve never kissed him public before. He opens his mouth slightly and flicks his tongue against my lips. I groan and fully cover his mouth with mine. I sweep my tongue inside, my hand slipping up his arms to draw him near.

"Err... Sir, you could you sign please."

I quickly break away from Spike, making him jump back too. I don�t want him to think I�m embarrassed so I grab his arm and keep him pressed to my side. To my ultimate surprise, he slips his hand around my waist and into the back pocket of my jeans. So with a shaking hand I sign the slip of paper and hand it back to the smiling girl.

"It�s going to look great on him," she says while handing the card back.

Back at the hotel:

I dump my bags at the door. It�s a hard job. My lips are currently attached to Spike... Will... whomever! We struggle through the door, our hands sliding over our clothing, trying desperately to find buttons. In the end I tire, so I just rip his shirt and t-shirt from his arms. Will snarls against my mouth, and returns the favour. We both struggle out of clothing, moving through the front room and into bedroom. By the time we collapse onto the bed, were both naked and we never parted lips.

I slide my hand into his hair, and plunder his mouth. He clutches me so tightly as his hands reach for my cock.

"Want you," he pants, his fingers clutching me tighter.

"Oh yes, Will," I groan. I flip him over onto his side, facing away from me. He turns his head around and finds my mouth again. I want his mouth all night. I want to be able to fuck him into oblivion with both tongue and cock. I draw him close, pressing my chest into his straight back. He reaches behind him, grabbing my hip and tugging me closer.

"Now... Fuck! Now!" he cries.

He�s not prepared, but in the end it doesn�t matter. He�ll heal and I�ll happily give my blood. I pull his leg over mine and move my hips forward. I ram my cock into his tight hole, made tighter by our position.

"Oh Will!" I cry as I drive into soft tissue. I feel him split, his blood lubricating the way. Finally, I�m all the way in, our bodies connected, pressed together and united. I grab is hair tighter and crush my lips to his. He returns my kisses with equal passion and I start to thrust. Our faces change and I sink my fangs into his tongue. He gasps into my mouth, his fangs cutting into my tongue. Our blood flows out and we kiss furiously.

I reach down between his legs and grab his dripping cock. His kisses only increase in intensity. He�s no desire to break away from my mouth. I could stay like this forever. My cock squeezed so tightly, my hand on his rampant desire and his mouth stuck to mine.

I start to move rhythmically. He presses back as I thrust forward. Our arms and legs entwined so tightly. After a thousand kisses, I feel my stomach tightening, and my cock throbs. I arch against him. My fangs sink into soft flesh, and I flood his bowels. My hand automatically flexes, clutching his cock and he cums all over my hands and his chest.

Finally, I have to fall back against the sheets, pulling my Will up against me. "Ow!" he groans, as he shifts his torn ass. I grin, suddenly remembering his gift lying on my desk. First, I have to heal his torn little hole.

"On your knees, Childe," I command. Will cocks an eyebrow but turns on his front. "Spread your legs." I groan when he does, I can see the torn hole and the blood dripping down his legs. I grab hold of his butt, pulling the cheeks apart. I press my face to his soft skin, kissing the bloodied butt.

"Oh Sire!" Will screams, as my tongue deftly slips into his entrance. His blood tastes damn good mixed in with my seed. I lap at him, my hunger rising. I slip my hands around to his front, grabbing his erect penis. It doesn�t take much to arouse my Childe. "Deeper!" Will yells, his hips pushing back into my mouth. I shove my tongue deeper, round my mouth around his anus and suck. Well, he screams and doesn�t stop until we have both come.

At last, we fall back onto the bed. Our bodies finally sated. "Will, thanks for helping me."

"It�s what I�m here for, Sire," Will replies with a wide grin. He slides his hands into my ruffled hair, working on curling the artificially straight strands. "Thank you for the present," he whispers suddenly.

"My pleasure, Childe. You are worth it, but you only get it on Christmas day."

"Can�t I even try it, Sire?" he begs, wide eyes looking up into my face. I wear he looks like a spoilt child, with a little pout gracing his lips.

"Nope, but we could try my gift."

Will obviously doesn�t remember what he sent me, until I nip out and return with the anal beads in my hands. His face changes from shock to delight in a second. Yes, I�ve worked out what they are. And I�m sure going to put them to use!

"Bend over, Childe."

William immediately gets up on his knees, his legs spread wide. Obviously he�s looking forward to this too. This time I�ve come prepared with a tube of lube. I get onto the bed behind him, open the tube and lube up a couple of fingers. I press them to his healed hole, swirling the liquid around. He groans pushing his ass back onto my hand. I press deeper, stretching him well, because there are a lot of these beads and they are quite large. I�m surprised to discover I�m very excited to watch these beads enter my lover�s ass. I remove my fingers and then start lubing the beads. I pull them threw my hand, covering them generously. At last, I take the start of the bead necklace and press the first bead into his grasping anus. He groans loudly as the first slips in with a soft pop. The second follows, and then the third. In no time, I push the last bead into him. He�s moaning by now, wriggling his butt against my hand.

"Oh now, Sire... Pull �em out!"

I fall back onto the bed and laugh. "Oh no, Childe. I�m sleeping now. You be here in the morning and then I�ll pull them out."

"But...but!"

I press my finger to his mouth quietening him. "No Childe, sleep now." I pull him down into my arms and kiss him passionately.

There is no way now he�ll be leaving now. He shall be here when I wake up.

*****
Day 11: On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me... Eleven Ladies Dancing

23rd December 2012

Angel�s Journal:

Okay, that�s it. I don�t understand my Childe. I really don�t. Last night I slipped 10 anal beads into his tight little ass, and then I left them there all night, promising to remove them in the morning. Trouble was - he wasn�t *there* in the morning. When I awaken the bed was empty. Will was nowhere to be seen.

Bastard. He left me longing, desperate to part his tiny little hole and draw that string of beads out. I wonder if he removed them himself?

Well, back to today. I distracted myself by wrapping the presents I brought for my family. It took longer than expected. I kept thinking about how Spike looked when I brought them. What he said when I suggested my ideas for everyone, and how he laughed with amused glee. He disagreed with all my decisions and I admit that he was right. In the end, the gifts I bought were well thought out, and I know they shall be received with joy by my beloved family. Then I came to Spike�s gift - the diamond navel stud. I think I stared at it for a full hour. I just thought of him. Just as I think of him now...

I put the pencil down - which has really lasted well so far - and look at the box sitting on my desk. I grin and reach for it. The wrapping easily comes away and I look upon the box�s face. On the front are 11 ladies dressed in Victorian dresses, and dancing in a large circle. Hmmm... ladies. I shudder. I really hope there is nothing transsexual in this gift.

I open the box and take out the paper. I think I love seeing his writing too.

On the eleventh day of Christmas my true love sent to me...

I remove a little padding and pull out a homemade CD. What�s this... songs from dirty dancing maybe? I smile and walk across to my bookshelves. I have an old CD player that was once Gunn�s. I pull it out and plug it in the bedroom. I gingerly place the CD into the player. I hate modern technology - it always seems to go wrong for me. This time the CD works and music starts to play.

//We've got stars directing our fate
and we're praying it's not too late
Millennium//

I read the paper on the front of the CD packaging. The songs are by some artist - English most likely - called Robbie Williams. The first one is titled Millennium. I think I like these songs.

//Some say that we are players
some say that we are pawns
but we've been making money since the day that we were born
Got to slow down,
cause we'll low down.//

I�m about to return to my desk when there�s a knock at the door. "Sire?"

I grin at the thought of my Childe, shall I have to punish him for removing those beads? I wait a moment, stripping off my own clothing before I tell him to enter. I lean against the door-jam between rooms, and call to him, "Come, Childe."

The door opens and the naked figure of my beloved appears. "You like the present?" he asks, listening to the strong voice bellowing out from my ancient CD player.

"Hmmm... I�ll have to see," I reply, my eyes racking over his taunt body.

He enters the room carefully, his body trembling with each step. At first, I fear the worse. Is he injured, hurting? Did something happen...

"You kept them in," I state amazed, knowing his answer.

"Yes, Sire," he moans, his hands rubbing his tender butt. "Please, oh please, do it now." He�s across the room and in my arms within seconds. I wrap them around him and squeeze. "Please, oh please, Sire," he pleads.

I easily lift my Childe into my arms, and hold him securely. He�s trembling all over, his cock hard and dripping, and his eyes totally dilated with pent up desire. As Robbie continues to sing of the Millennium, I carry Will over to the bed and set him down on his stomach. I stroke my hands over his quivering form, making him groan loudly, writhing from my touch.

//We've got stars directing our fate
and we're praying it's not too late
'cause we know we're falling from grace
Millennium, Millennium, Millen....//

I shudder with the last verse. A strange arrangement of words. So true for me and Will. I hope the words change for the next song. I want to love him... not think about what we are and have become.

"Oh luv," Will groans. He spreads his legs under me, his hips pushing up into my hands.

The CD changes to the next song. I don�t really listen to the first verse. My hands are concentrating on stroking and soothing the Childe in my arms. I kiss his firm back, lick his tight butt, and then reach between the cheeks to stroke the entrance to his filled rectum. He sobs loudly.

//Trying to love somebody
Just wanna love somebody right now
There's just no pleasing me
Trying to love somebody
Just want to love somebody right now
Baby lay your love on me//

A love song. Perfect. I lean forward and lay kisses down his back. As soon as the word love is repeated again, I push my fingers inside and search for the end of the string. I find it and tug.

"Sire!"

I feel Will�s tightly closed entrance start to contract around my fingers, as I pull, and then he screams as the first bead appears. My fingers pop free, and the large bead opens his tiny hole so wide. He bellows in desire, shivering and undulating below me. He�s never been so beautiful. So gorgeous. I tug harder and the turquoise bead pops free.

He screams, begs, and howls my name. His voice drowning out the words of the songs. I hear that word though...

//Love... Love... Love...//

I tug harder, rubbing my fingers around his anus to help him relax. The screaming increases as the second bead appears. Then the next, and with that one Will orgasms. His seed spraying the bed, and he collapses onto his front. I don�t hold him up, just continue with my pulling. He gasps and trembles in pleasure.

//It'll come in your sweet time, Lord
I just gotta let you in
The blind leading the blind, Lord
Getting underneath your skin
I can feel you in the silence
Saying let forever be
Love, only love, will set you free//

The last bead pops free and we both collapse onto the bed. I lay panting across the back of my Childe, shivering the in the aftermath of my climax. I didn�t even have to touch my penis. I came with the last bead. I thought that this must be what it looks like when my cock pops free from his ass.

As I lay in his arms, the song changes again.

//I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When we're grey and old
'cos I have been told
That salvation lets their wings unfold
So when I'm lying in my bed
Thoughts running through my head
And I feel the love is dead
I'm loving angels instead//

William hums the song into my ear. His soft breath teasing my skin. I wonder if this song as any particular meaning for him. A romantic song, words of love and that other word - angels. I turn on my side, and face him. My fingers stroke the pale, smooth skin of his face, and I slowly lean in for a kiss. His lips part willingly under mine and our tongues caress. The soft words, and the reasonably slow beat, have us kissing languidly. Our fingers touch softly, caressing orgasm-warmed skin. I never want to part from his mouth. There is no room for words here, so instead I bite my tongue and let him suckle at the blood.

*Want you. Need you. Desire you.* I call through our blood. Our Childe/Sire bonds have grown strong over the last 10 days and I pray he hears me.

His kissing becomes all the more passionate. His hands grasping my hips close to him. He moves his body around, his legs lifting and gripping my hips. He rolls his hips forward and I know he�s understood my words perfectly.

//And through it all she offers me protection
A lot of love and affection
Whether I'm right or wrong
And down the waterfall
Wherever it may take me
I know that life won't break me
When I come to call she won't forsake me
I'm loving angels instead//

I swear our lips never part. We have never kissed so much as we have in these last couple of days. I find bliss between his lips. Heaven in his mouth. And the devil in his tongue.

I roll my hips and sink in into his body. I�m home. Will�s mouth immediately finds mine and he doesn�t let go. I taste blood on my tongue and I know it�s his. I burn and I can hear him. He wants me to claim him again, to make him mine. Doesn�t he know I already have? He belongs to me. I am his Sire and keeper. His father and lover. I am his beginning and end.

"Fuck yes, Sire!" Spike screams in reply, breaking our lip lock.

We start to move now, changing our tempo with the change of music.

//Hell is gone and heaven's here
There's nothing left for you to fear
Shake your arse come over here
Now scream
I'm a burning effigy
Of everything I used to be
You're my rock of empathy, my dear

So come on let me entertain you
Let me entertain you//

The beat is fast and pounding. My Will is tight and willing. Our bodies crash with each drumbeat. Will screams, his arse shaking under my thrusts. I clutch my Childe to me, one hand in his hair, my lips on his, and I know that I own him. I feel Will and Spike in his blood. I�m not just taking one but both. Demon and Soul.

"My devil Sire," Spike moans, "ya cruel evil bastard!"

I knew that would bring him out. I�ve locked my hand around the base of his cock, preventing his orgasm. His nails scratch deeply down my back, ripping open flesh. With the smell of Sire�s blood, Will/Spike loses all control. He fights, bites, screams, kisses and howls. I return his fervour - our fucking becoming feral and totally animalistic. If any one saw us they would have thought we were killing each other. But this is demon love and demon emotion. We are freed. We don�t need to hold back, there is no fear of hurting the other - permanently.

//So come on let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
He may be good he may be outta sight
But he can't be here so come around tonight
Here is the place where the feeling grows
You gotta get high before you taste the lows
So come on
Let me entertain you
Let me entertain you
So come on let me entertain me
Let me entertain you
Come on come on come on come on//

My orgasm crashes through me as the beat of the music reaches it crescendo. I scream - a sound of a raging animal. As I come, I sink my fangs deep into the soft flesh of my Childe�s throat. My bite is sloppy and I rip his throat out. Blood spatters my face and body. I release his cock, and his seed spurts all over my chest. On and on his climax rages through his body. I feel it ripping through every nerve in his body. If this is the claim he wants then I�ve declared my ownership of him in blood, sex, desire, and finally, in very human love.

//Out of a million seeds
Only the strongest one breathes
You made a miracle mother
I'll make a man out of me//

The music changes again as we both collapse against each other. Our bodies are exhausted but totally sated. I don�t want to move another muscle for the next week! Will wraps himself tightly around my body and buries his face into my neck. I hold him tight. I�ll never let go, not even in sleep.

In the background the music plays on.

*****
Day 12: On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me... Twelve Lords Leaping.

24th December 2012

Angels Journal:

Today is Christmas Eve. The day before Christmas. You would have thought that I�d have some good news to write, but... Oh well, maybe it is good news. Cordelia has decided not to invite me to her house this Christmas... which is good in a way. But she�s resolved we are having the family get together - here!

They are all converging on my home! There�re all here already. I�ve hardly had a moment�s peace all day. I�ve spent my time cooking, cleaning, baby-sitting, and trying generally to keep the peace. I just can�t seem to win. Cordelia has taken over my hotel. The only room she hasn�t touched is mine. She knows she�s not welcome... not since she caught me jacking off and moaning Williams� name 4 years ago.

The only thing I have to look forward to today is Will�s gift. Which is currently sitting before me...

I lay down my pencil and pick up the brown paper covered box. I rip off the packaging, and hold in my hands the last gift - the 12th. It�s as beautifully made as all the others, and on the front is an image of 12 lords leaping. The costume is 18th century and reminds me so much of my Childhood. I put the thoughts aside and open the box.

On the twelfth day of Christmas my true love sent to me...

I lay the paper on the desk and look inside to find... nothing. The box is empty. Absolutely nothing.

I don�t know how long I sit and stare into the empty box. Was this all a joke? Has Will been laughing at me for the last 11 days. I�ve been loving him and holding him, claiming him as mine and today he pulls a trick on me. Hell, I don�t know what to think.

"Sire?" I nearly miss the knock at the door and soft voice. Should I call him in? Is he going to throw my love back in my face and laugh at the last 11 days? So instead of calling him in, I walk dejectedly to the door, and slowly open it.

"Sire? Is there something wrong?"

I stare at my naked Childe and the bunch of a dozen red roses in his hand.

"I know they are a little...pansy, but I...humph!"

I cover his mouth before he can even finish his sentence. No one�s ever brought me flowers before. I kiss him with all the pent up desire I can muster... including the anger I felt before.

"You thought I was playing you, didn�t you?" Will asks when we finally part. His long tapered fingers stroke the side of my face. I lean forward and steal another kiss. "It�s not a game, Sire. I want you... forever."

I grab my Childe to me and kiss him with everything I have. My hands sliding frantically over his cool skin, trying to touch every part of him. To mark my scent over his perfect form.

"Damn Sire, aren�t you going to saying anything?" Will pleads, his hands dragging my mouth from his lips.

I don�t answer, just kiss. Surely he knows what I�m saying. I nip my tongue and shove it down his throat. He groans appreciatively, returning the favour. I put my reply in that blood.

*MINE*

"Oh Sire!" Will yells, as I swing his body into my arms and carry him into my rooms. I slam the door shut with my foot, cross the room in a flash, and throw him onto my bed. A few roses petals go flying. Will licks his lips as I strip off my clothing. My cock is blood gorged and dripping. I want him now.

I climb back onto the bed, taking my Childe into my arms. He arches into my body, clutching me just as close. We kiss again; words aren�t necessary as our bond informs us both of the other�s passion. Our naked limbs entwine together, stoking and caressing. The bunch of flowers crushed between us.

I kiss his mouth again, tasting his sweetness. He tastes of candy and hot chocolate. A strange combination. When he arrived he taste bitter of blood and whiskey. Hmmm... I wonder what the rest of his skin tastes of? I break away from his mouth, and start to kiss and lick his face. Will groans into my embrace. I feel like an wolf with my mate. Our tongues lapping at each other, conveying our desire. I lap at his firm throat, tugging at the skin with my teeth. Will tries to speak, but instead I slide my fingers into his mouth. I don�t want speech, so he might as well put it to good use. I move lower, continuing my journey of sucking, licking and biting.

At his groin, Will starts to whine around my fingers. He bites at my flesh and blood flows between us once more. There are no words, just pure desire and want. A need to find completion in each other. I�ve reached my favourite place; I look down and am greeted by Will�s engorged length. We�re both so hard and ready, but only wanting to orgasm at one particular time - when I�m inside of him. I don�t want him to come, yet, so I don�t take him into my throat. Instead, I lick and nibble his whole length. Starting at the bottom and working my way up. He writhes on the bed below me. Panting and breathing just as a human. My fingers sting as his teeth sink in again. As I reach the tip, I bring up one hand and roughly push his foreskin down. William screams - a feral sound. I shove my tongue into his tiny slit, surprised that he�s not climaxed. He�s holding off.

For the first time, I know this isn�t sex we have been having. It�s making love. We are making love to each other. I leave his cock, and start my journey down his legs, paying special attention to his sensitive soles. It helps to calm him. To turn his attention away from his cock and cumming. I free my fingers from his mouth and bring them between his spread legs. He wants this as much as I do. He yells as I push into him with saliva slick digits. He�s so damn tight - and forever shall be. I stoke inside him a few more times, but neither of us can take the intense yearning anymore. I need inside of him - now!

Finally, in a sea of blood red rose petals, I push into Will�s silken walls. We cry out as our bodies join as one, as well as our blood. The rose thorns dig into vampire skin, creating tiny streams of blood that slick our bodies. We rock together with a desperate need, hardly ever breaking our lip lock, never wanting to part from each other. I dig my fingers into his hips. The few last times I thrust deep into his tight channel, I feel him split around me, his screams and my groans filling the room. At last, I fill his grasping rectum, cooling the burn from our frantic coupling. His own climax covers my chest, mixing with blood and petals.

When I don�t have the strength to continue, we both fall back onto the bed. Again there is no need for spoken words. Our passion expressed everything we need to say. Now our silence says everything. I lift my hand lazily, picking up some scattered rose petals. My Will lies pressed into my side, his head on my chest. I let the petals rain over his pale, bloodstained skin. He is my most perfect companion. My Childe. My subordinate. My lover.

"Poof," Will moans into my skin.

His words surprise me. Spike calls me that.

"Yes, Childe," I answer with a laugh. I think it�s his way of saying he�s with me - both of them - soul and demon.

I cradle his warm body into my arms, holding so tightly. With firm hands, I lift his face to my neck. He�s surprised by the action, but when I press my teeth to his throat, he follows. I cry out when my Childe�s fangs enter my skin. We suck languidly. This isn�t about hunger or need. It�s about wanting and finally having. About confirming our bonds with each other. We take a few slips, but soon the need to sleep is to overwhelming and I draw away. Will�s eyes are closed, but he continues to cling to my throat. His fangs removed but he laps at the healing wound. His touch his calming and warm. I am home.

With my Childe wrapped in my arms. I sleep.

25th December:

I slowly open my eyes, feeling strangely heavy. I stretch and a voice sounds in my ear.

"Mind ya bloody elbows, prat!"

What the? I sit up, accidentally pushing the warmed body from mine. Will is here in my bed! Here - lying with me! He slept with me.

"What�s wrong with you! I was comfortable," Will whines, sitting up beside me.

"You�re here?" I reply stupidly.

"Yeah, so?"

"But you�re here," I repeat again.

"You keep saying that." My Childe gives me a cheeky grin and grabs a cigarette from my beside table. He lights it and takes a deep drag, then passes it to me. I take a couple, trying to calm my surprise.

"Angel what did you think your present was yesterday?" Will asks as I hand the cigarette back. He savours the end, tasting my spit and passes it over again.

"Err... the flowers?"

"Pff!" He makes a sound a lot like Cordelia. "This was your present. I gave you a full 12 hours."

12 Hours. That�s why he�s here. He gave me *his all* for 12 hours. To sleep in my arms. To lie next to me in my bed. He gave his whole self to me - mind, body and soul... with a bit of demon.

I grab him to my chest, crushing the cigarette between us and kiss him with all he passion I can muster.

"OW! Fuck, Angel I�m on fire!"

I laugh and extinguish the cigarette. "I�m on fire too," I reply huskily. I crush my mouth to his, and surge my tongue inside his smoke filled mouth.

"Angel! Merry Chri.... Oh my god!"

"Mommy, why is Grandpa kissing another man?"

26th December.

Angel�s Journal:

This shall be a Christmas to remember. Yesterday morning, Cordelia and my Grandson walked into my rooms to discover me in bed, and passionately kissing Will. We were both naked and hard, and they wouldn�t damn well leave! I was forced to remain erect for a whole hour until I could drag Will into the nearest closet and have him suck me off. Of course because it was Christmas I returned the favour.

Oh, back to Cordelia. She had to be over dramatic about the whole incident, and fainted. Later when we dressed, carried Cordelia downstairs, and attempted to answer Liam�s questions, I told my family of my relationship with Will. He�s my Childe, I said. That is all. They didn�t understand, yet Christmas must have affected them, and they remained calm. I said that we would be together from now on as Sire and Childe, and that would mean Spike is welcome into my bed.

After the shock had worn off, we opened the presents. While my family sat around the Christmas tree, I lay on the sofa, my arms wrapped around my Will. At last Cordelia handed my present to him. There were startled gasps when he opened it to reveal the expensive Diamond stud. I just had to know what it looked like on his naked flesh, and dragged him up stairs into my room for half an hour. After we had redressed, we returned downstairs for Christmas dinner, afternoon games, too much drink and then the usual stupid games of spin the bottle and kiss and tell. I think there was shocking actions on my part - especially when I snogged Will like a horny teenager for half an hour.

During which I�m sure I told everyone that I�ve been fucking Spike for the last 12 days, but I can�t be sure. I do remember, coming to bed however, my arm around his waist and constantly kissing his soft lips.

"Sire, come back," My Childe calls from the bedroom. "It�s cold, and my cock seems to have reacted strangely."

I sigh. I shall never tie of my Childe, but I�m sure he�s trying to kill me sexually. Can vampires die from too much sexual satisfaction? Oh well, I�m sure Will and I shall find out.

I pick my new pen up and write one last sentence.

Merry Christmas to all.

The End!