Spike's POV:

I notice that Angel is trembling at bit and I realise I took quite a bit of blood from him. He wouldn't have received a lot from my finger.

"Hungry childe?" I ask. He looks up at me with suspicious eyes. I see fear there. I don't know why. Liar, off course I do.

"Yes, Sire." He answers. So unlike the Angel before. His voice is soft and submissive. It's a real turn on. He stares at me with wide eyes as I strip out of my own clothing throwing it carelessly to the floor. I stand before him with my hard cock next to his head. Surely he's worked out what I want? Still he kneels there looking up at me. I don't know if I want to hit him or hold him. Those large puppy dog eyes are staring into mine as if he's never done this before. Hold on a sec.. Maybe he hasn't.

"Open your mouth, Childe." I order. He does and closes his eyes tightly. Oh god, he hasn't. I don't believe it. I just stand there staring at Angel naked, kneeling on the floor with my cock inches from his open mouth. Why don't I just take him? I could. I could just think about all the things he's done to me. All the things Angelus did to me. I sigh and fall down into the chair. I feel very sober at the moment and I don't like it. I wish I had brought more whiskey.

Angel POV:

Spike comes home drunk and finds me sleeping. I have no idea why but somehow he ended up biting me. The worse part of it was I enjoyed it. I don`t know why about that either. Angelus never let anyone bite him apart from Darla and as Angel neither did I. I always thought it was degrading and it shared my powerful blood with another, which I didn't like the idea of. When Spike bites me everything is different. I feel good. I like it. It makes me feel wanted somehow. What I like even more is when I get to taste Spike's powerful blood again. It's warm and spicy on my tongue and I can't seem to get enough of it.

I never expected to come from it. That was a complete shock to me and Spike too. When he bit me a second time and his blood filled my mouth it was overwhelming. The sensation of the pulling and the giving was too much. In the end it made me come like a horny teenager. Spike seemed amused and then angry about it. I couldn't understand what I was seeing in his face. I could tell he was drunk but that wasn`t it. Then to my horror he asked me to strip.

At first I forgot he was my sire and I opened my mouth to argue. I wanted to argue with him. I wanted to fight this control he has over me. This control that's growing with every second I am with him. I don't like it and I don't want it but I can't seem to fight it. Spike raises his arm as if to hit me, so I obey before he does. Soon I am prostrate before him on my knees. Spike seems to admire the view and enjoys this position. I can smell his arousal and he quickly undresses. Soon his cock is before my face and he's asking if I am hungry. I answer truthfully. I fear what will come next. I know these games. I know what he's going to do. Didn't Angelus do this to him? I deserve how he treats me. I deserve so much worse. Yet it doesn't stop me from being afraid. I do as he orders and open my mouth. I can't face seeing him and the look of joy he'll get when he takes me. So I close my eyes tight. I don't want him to destroy the feeling I had for him long ago. I won't look and I won't feel this. It's just punishment for what I did. Nothing more.

I wait and wait and after a moment I open my eyes. I expect for Spike to hit me but nothing comes. In fact he's no longer standing before me. He's sitting on the chair staring at me. I catch his eyes but look away. I don't want him to change his mind because I looked at him wrong.

"You've never done this have you?" He asks. His voice surprises me. It's no longer his Spike's voice. The one that's cold, hard and mocking. No this one has lost much of the cockney accent and he almost sounds like William. Strangely the thought of that makes me want to cry. Cry for all I have done and lost. For the warm-hearted boy I turned and then destroyed.

"No, Sire." I continue to look down at the floor and not at him.

"How?"

"My sire.. My first Sire was a woman and I wouldn't allow my childer to do it."

"I was virgin when you took me too." His voice is still William's. He seems to be thinking about the past when he speaks. "I remember you as Angelus. I see you all the time. In my dreams and especially in my nightmares. I remember you hunting me down; taking me against my will. You took my virginity and my life. Then you took my dreams, hopes, desires, emotions and especially love. You took everything and gave nothing back." Oh god, he's going to kill me. My body starts to shake and I feel tears stinging my eyes. "Why are you doing this Angel?" He asks suddenly. I look up at him. The question surprises me. He doesn't look like Spike now either. His face softens and his hair is messy from his fingers.

"Because you are now my sire." I answer. I look down again at the floor and await my punishment.

"No Angel, why are you allowing me to use you? You are stronger than a fledgling vampire I can feel it. I bet soon you will regain all your strength of two hundred odd years and you could kill me just as easily as you could before. What I can't understand is why? Why are you submitting to me?"

"Because I deserve it."

Spike's POV:

I don't believe it. He told me the truth too. I can tell. His eyes haven't left the floor and he still kneels before me. What does he think this is? The powers grand plan to make him pay for his sins. To have everything he did to his childer returned back on him. Believe me if they offered I would have done it. Unfortunately this isn't Angelus. This isn't the demon that did all those things. No matter how much, how desperately I want him to be he's not. I really wanted to punish him. I wanted to make him suffer. All I am doing however is making Angel suffer and I get nothing in return. I think a change of plan is in order. Haven't decided what yet but my plans are always great.

"Angelus does deserve it." I stand up and move before him. I feel his body tense. I might not want to punish like Angelus did but I am still evil. I still like to see him squirm. "You aren't Angelus though. You are Angel, my Childe and I intend to claim you." That does make him react. He looks up with wide eyes and trembling lips. There are tear tracks on his beautiful face. My fingers follow the tracks of one. Yes, this is my Childe and I will have him totally to myself. Okay. The first part of my plan. Make Angel mine - willingly.

"Open your mouth Childe," I purr to him. He does as I say and closes his eyes again. "Eyes open!" Okay, not totally willingly because where's the fun in that. Claiming is about taking what is yours and making the other damn well know it too. I slide my long hard cock into his waiting mouth. His eyes close again but a light smack on the cheek makes him quickly open them. I think he's waiting for me to thrust but I don't. No, that's not how I like it. He's my childe. I am going to teach him how I like it. Not how Angelus did it - just by force - but my way.

*****
Part 5:

Angel's POV:

I think I'm going to shock. I must be. Spike's just told me I'm not Angelus. I thought that this is what everything that has happened has been about. Isn't this what he wants? Doesn't he want to take revenge for what I did? Revenge because I never loved him. Because I hurt and betrayed him. Shouldn't he be raping me by now? I don't understand. I don't know what he wants anymore. Before I knew. Before I thought I understood Spike. Now he's a mystery to me. Maybe that's always been the problem. I never knew him. Angelus never wanted to and when I got the soul I just ran away from him. I always believed that he was cold and vicious just as I was - as Angelus wanted him to be. That can't be true though. I saw William in his face, his voice just moments ago. I saw the boy he used to be. I saw emotion, feeling in his eyes. I know I did. Could it be that this Childe of Angelus is not like him? That this demon I thought hated and despised me is capable of so much more than that? Didn't he just say I am not Angelus? That he's going to claim me as his. Claim me. Now there's a word I haven't heard in a long time. No one has ever claimed me. Angelus never let anyone claim him, not even Darla.

"Open your mouth Childe." What? Not sure I heard that right. Wasn't I just thinking that Spike wasn't the vampire I thought he was? Does he really want to claim me? Does he want to formally recognise me as childe forever? No. This is a game; but it doesn't feel like one. I have never felt this before. I have no idea what Spike's thinking. I have no idea what the hell is going on between us. I always know. I do know I hate not knowing. I feel fear again and I close my eyes. Quickly my action is corrected by a sharp slap on the cheek. It's not hard but just to get my attention. "Eyes open!" He orders. I do as he orders and watch as his long cock is fed into my mouth.

The fear rises again and this time increases because we both know I have never done this before. Whenever Spike did anything wrong with Angelus he was beaten for his transgression. I know how Angelus used to rape Spike's mouth. I expect that now. That's why I didn't want to see it. Looks like Spike wants me to. The weight and taste of his cock is strange in my mouth. I almost expected it to be, well dirty. I expected him to taste bad, wrong somehow. He doesn't though. He has a musky almost spicy taste. Reminds me of the time Cordelia put cinnamon in my blood.

"This isn't going to help if you don't listen pet." What? I think I just missed something important. I try and speak but kind of forgot my mouth was full of Spike. He laughs at my mumble and touches my hair. Is he being nice to me? I'd hate to tell him but I've never had sex with a man before. Well I have but not since before I got my soul. The only other time since then was with Buffy. When I got the soul back I thought myself too dirty, too unclean to touch anyone. It's amazing I even managed to with Buffy. I always thought that everyone could see my damned soul. That my sins stained my appearance. Strange I don't feel like that with Spike. Maybe because he's a demon too. Or maybe it's because he's stroking my hair gently with one hand and my cheek with the other as if I am something precious.

He sees he as my attention and continues: "Put your hands on my hips, Angel." I do. "Now have you ever sucked an iced lollipop?" I think back and remember that day on the beach with Cordelia. I nod. I can't do much more. "Then think you're licking one, Childe." He smiles at me. I do as he says. Long strokes starting from the top of his cock down to the short dark curly hair then back up again. I look up and notice that Spike's eyes are closed and his mouth is slightly open. I decide to try something. I swirl my tongue around his foreskin and gently push at it exposing his slit. He groans deeply and his fingers tighten in my hair. I repeat the long licking strokes and the little pushes. It seems he's enjoying it. "Hum Angel." His voice isn't above a whisper; but with vampire hearing I can't miss it. I haven't got any idea what this will do. I hum. A waltz to be exact. Does it matter what I hum?

I have got to point out that Angelus never had a blowjob like this. He liked to take and he would fuck his childe's mouth. This is so much more intimate. Almost loving, tender. Spike seems to be enjoying my humming and he laughs softly when he recognises the tune. I continue to lick, hum and play with his foreskin. I feel him growing harder and more erect in my mouth. I can feel the vein under his cock beginning to throb on my tongue as I concentrate my licking there. "Angel you feel so good." I take that as a compliment. I think. Still not sure about what Spike is up to. I don't know this game. "Now relax your throat, just think you're swallowing blood and keep swallowing." I do as he says and he starts to thrust lightly in my mouth. The first time he touches my throat I nearly gag. I do as he advises and soon he's in a got a rhythm going. Thrusting into my mouth and moaning as my throat squeezes around him as I swallow. It's not long after his cock starts throbs inside my mouth and he comes shooting his cum down my throat. Finally when his finished I lick his softening cock clean and return to my place kneeling on the floor before him. It's strange. I expected him to taste bad. It wasn't. A little bitter but almost like cream.

"I am the first to come in your mouth, aren't I Angel?"

"Yes, Sire."

Spike's POV:

Wow! His mouth is amazing. Never thought about teaching anyone how I like it. Always thought that no one would listen. Well, Drusilla never listened; neither did Harmony. Angel does. I like the part when he started humming a little waltz. Had to control myself. I didn't want him to stop through being embarrassed. He felt so good; I never wanted him to stop. I ask him if I was his first. He says yes and for some reason that makes me proud. Don't know what the hell is happening to me. I think that L word will be appearing again soon. Is this my new plan? Make Angel love me? Not just the Sire/Childe stuff. I want him to still accept me as sire but do I want his love as well? I did say that this isn't Angelus before me. I think I believe that too. Angelus would never let me take his mouth. He would have swallowed Holy water first. If the demon still existed in Angel he would have fought to stop me. I would have felt it. Still I have to be sure.

I pull Angel to his feet and tilt his head to the side. I run my hand over my last bite mark. It's going to scar him. I know that. I haven't allowed it to heal since he was turned. Still I want him to scar. I want him to know whom he belongs to. The demon in me wants that. The part that is still human in me does too. I know how to find that out. I morph into my true face and bite into my childe's neck again. He moans deeply and I feel his hands grasp my waist. I want to know what he's thinking. I want to know who's inside of him. Is it just the soul or not? Or is Wesley right? Is the demon dead and gone?

Angel's moaning continues as I take more and more of his blood. I can feel his knees give out and I crush his large body to mine. He's far to heavy and soon we are a heap on the floor. I don't stop. I can't. I have to know. Soon I feel sticky coolness on my chest. I know my childe's come but I'm not angry with him. I like the control I have over him. The power I have to make him lose it. I continue to drink and I feel him growing weaker. Suddenly it's like I'm outside of my body. I look down and I see two demons clinging to each other on the floor. One has his fangs buried into his childe's throat. That must be me. Damn I'm handsome.

I had almost forgotten what I looked like. No mirror for over a hundred years. I can see now why Angelus turned me. I look around but I realise that I am alone. What does that mean? Surely if I am here Angel must be too. Then next to me I feel a warmth. I turn around but I don't see him. In fact there's nothing here but a light swirly thing before me. It's beautiful and shining. Inside I swear I can see stars and clouds. I reach out and touch it. It's warm to the touch. Almost like the sun. Well from what I can remember from being human. Suddenly the swirly thing moves forward and I am enfolded inside of it. It's warm and it's like being inside a feather pillow. Can't explain it right. It's almost like touching a cloud. It smells good too. Smells... Fucking Hell it smells like Angel! It feels like Angel too. Oh god. I am standing inside Angel's soul. This is Angel. What he's like inside. I'm me because I don't have a soul. I am all demon so my body is the same. Angel does have a soul and this is it.

It doesn't pass me by the implications of what I see. I am alone here with Angel's soul. There is no other demon here. What Wesley said is true. The demon - my sire - Angelus is dead and long gone. My ability to have any sort of reconciliation with him is long gone. The demon I loved is no longer. A part of me feels pain and sorrow about that. I can't understand why. I hated him with a fiery passion, but also I loved him. He was my creator and now he's gone. Then I have another problem. Angel. This is Angel the soul whom I fought with and tried to kill on many an occasion. This is the man that I turned into a demon. He has the body of one - a vampire - but he's not one. He doesn't have the bloodlust or the demon inside him. He is still my childe however: I still have rights over him.

Can I love him? Do I love him? Can I love a human in demon's clothing? Do I want to? I mean I am going to have to deal with his emotions and feelings. He's going to want comforting and loving. He might never want to have demon sex with me. He might not want to share blood. I am a demon. I want these things. What if he never wants them? Can I still love him then? I am not human. I don't have a soul. I won't ever have a soul. I am evil. The big bad. I take joy in the suffering of others. I like a bit of pain in my fighting and my sex. Can Angel really accept that?

Suddenly the swirly soul thing of my childe starts to change colours. I realise that maybe I'm taking a little to much blood from him. I have to go back. I still don't have my answers but I don't want to kill him. Strange that. I have decided that I don't want Angel dead. I want him as my childe. That's the second part of the plan then. Take Angel. I feel my body pulling away from Angel and I am drawn abruptly back inside my own flesh. In my arms lies my Childe. He's gasping and his body trembles from the blood loss. I stoke my finger down his face and marvel at the beauty that is mine. Mine for eternity. Even it I can't love him or stay with him; he'll always be mine.

"Drink Childe." I whisper into his ear. I press my throat to his mouth. I was going with the wrist but somehow I want this more intimate. In desperate need he bites me. His hands rise up and cling to me. His fingers digging into my flesh no doubt leaving huge bruises in his wake. The sensations he's causing inside are things I've never experienced. My childe's teeth are the most sensual action I've ever experienced. The tugging at my veins is almost sexual. Is this what he feels when I take from him? No wonder he keeps touching the scar. Damn it, now when he does that I'm going to get hard. He continues to drink as I grab him to me and rub my cock into his stomach. I can feel his hardening length next to mine. He is feeling what I am. The passion and the lust. I don't take long to come because these feelings are unbelievable. We both climax our semen mixing together, making a sticky mess on our chests. Finally I drag Angel's fangs from my neck and fall down beside him.

I can still feel a connection with my childe. I can feel how content he is at the moment. I can also feel his underlying confusion at my actions. He doesn't really trust me. I can't blame him. Before I knew the demon was no longer present I didn't trust him either. I do now. Angel is an innocent in so many ways. Even if he does have the memories of the most evil, vicious vampire to walk the earth. He's wondering if all this isn't just some elaborate plan to punish him. I know that no matter how many times I tell him in words - Angel is so pig headed he won't believe me. Soon I feel sleep over take him and he curls into my side. It's not intentionally but completely childlike. I remember when I was a fledgling I couldn't bear to be without his touch at night. No let me rephrase that.. Without Angelus's touch. The touch of the Sire makes you feel safe. It's not love Angel's showing here but a childe's need.

Still I don't mind. He feels soft and warm. What does surprise me is the soft purring he's started. It rumbles up from his chest and makes soft vibrations all the way through my body. It's soothing, peaceful. So much so it's sending me to sleep. I wonder what it feels like if he purrs around my cock?

Angel's POV:

I awake with sunset the next day to find to my surprise Spike sleeping next to me. On the floor. I don't exactly remember how I go there. I remember Spike feeding from me then everything gets a little confused and hazy. From the taste in my mouth I know I feed from him again too. I wonder why he did that? Why did he give me his blood and not just some from the fridge? Spike is a strange sire; or maybe Darla was and me also. Maybe Spike paternal actions are what other vampires enjoy in their sires. I tasted her blood only once when she turned me. The same went for my childer. Darla told me sharing it would make me weak and them strong. I don't think she got that right. It's helping me regain my strength, yes but it's binding me to Spike more and more with each swallow. I feel him inside me; I feel his power over me as my Sire. I know I want to be near him. I am becoming almost reliant on him. I don't think that's a good thing. When Spike tires of me I know he'll leave. I don't care what he says about me not being Angelus. He can't believe that and in truth neither can I. I don't know how I will feel when he leaves me. I don't know if I can cope. Still I deserve it. What I did to him was far worse.

"Stop brooding! Fucking Hell Angel. I've just woken up. Can't you do it later?" His hand gently, almost playfully slaps my arm and I sit up.

"Sorry sire." It's strange how he uses my name. I still can't get used to it. Before he never used it. Ever. I can't remember it ever passing his lips. It was always poof, peaches or some other demeaning comment. I will miss him when he leaves. I like the way he says my name. Almost as if it belongs to him. I stand up and grab my pants.

"Where are you going?" Asks Spike sleepily. I haven't worked him out yet. I don't know if he's angry or what.

"Uh.. I thought I could get some blood.." I trail off. Spike's staring at me getting dressed. I stop.

"Take them off Angel." I think that was an order. I do as he says and drop my slacks. I stand and wait for his instructions. What is he doing? I don't know these games he's playing.

"Bloody Hell, Angel I don't want a robot!" Huh? Spike jumps up and pads into the kitchen naked. He's completely at ease with it; unlike me. I am feeling more than a little exposed here.

"Blood's up!" He yells. I go to the kitchen counter and take the mug of warmed blood from him. I am surprised by the taste. I usually.. Well before when I was still a vampire I drank it cold. I never warmed it. It was part of my punishment to live off cold animal blood.

"Bet you took it cold." Spike comments and it breaks through my broodi... No thinking. I don't brood - I just have deep thoughts. I look at him and he laughs. He looks good when he laughs. His face softens, those cheekbones are not so sharp and his blue eyes sparkle. I never saw him like this. Never wanted him to be cheerful. I look away again but Spike grabs hold of my face.

"Can you smile Angel?" He asks. His eyes are almost serious. It's a strange question. One I'm not sure how to answer. "Do you laugh?" His smiling again at me. Is he laughing at me? I glower at him and he kisses me. Not just a short sweet peck either. No. His lips press against mine and he tries to open them with his tongue. Before I realise it I'm opening my mouth and letting him inside. I should stop him. Stop me. He can't love me. I can't love him. We aren't the people we think we are. He thinks that I'm not Angelus. I think he is William. Who's right and who's wrong? Do I really know who I am now?

That's the whole problem isn't it? I don't know who I am. I can't love Spike or William because I don't know who's doing the loving. Am I Angel or just Angelus with a conscience? Does Spike know who I am? Since he fed from me last night he's different. He's no longer the demanding sire he was before. He seems to want my co-operation now. I am no longer his sire. I no longer have a claim on him. Does he still want to claim me? Spike senses I am not kissing back. He draws away from my mouth and looks a little disappointed.

"What are you thinking, Childe?" His fingers run across my cheek in a tender way. I don't know how to react to him. I don't know what he wants me to say.

"Do you want to claim me?" Where did that come from? I'm sure I wasn't thinking about that. It seems that Spike can get the truth out of me. Maybe it's this new deep Sire/Childe bond. Maybe it forces me to tell him the truth.

"Yes, Angel. I'm going to claim you." He laughs and with a force that surprises me grabs my arm and drags me over to the bed. What now? What the hell is going on with him? Spike seems almost happy. Is he high? I've never seen him this way. Not as Angelus or Angel. In my shocked state I hardly notice what he's doing to me. I don't even notice that he's putting on a cock ring until he pulls it tight around my erect length. Where did he get this? I always did underestimate Spike's abilities. Before I can complain about it; he starts kissing me again. Long, hard, deep kisses. Kisses that leave me breathless even though I don't need to breathe.

"Lie down, Angel." God, I love how he says my name. All breathy & sexily. I do as he says and his body covers mine.

*****
Part 6:

Spike's POV:

He's shaking. Angel is actually nervous about having sex with me. I can feel him under me; little tremors pass through his body as I press closer to him. Oh yeah, no way can this be Angelus. Angel might have all Angelus's memories but even then he's never experienced someone making love to him. That's what I am going to do. Decided this morning when I thought about what I experienced last night. When I saw his soul. Never seen a soul before but I've seen Angel's. I have seen his most private and secret part. Off course it's not going to be soft sex. No, I'll love him but add a little demon in the mix. Also I want to mark him. Decided that before I knew Angelus was gone. I brought ink before I got drunk and I have my knife. I think everything's ready now for claiming my childe.

First I want him relaxed. I don't want pain just yet. There's going to be plenty of that later. I start softly kissing his throat and scraping my teeth along his healing bite wound. Yep, right about that. Real nice scar. His body arches instantly into mine before he draws away again. I wish he will damn well just let go and stop thinking. I can see him brooding. Thoughts and ideas flicking through his mind. Most likely he's trying to work out what my game is. Truth is I haven't got one. Well, not yet. Still working on the plan. Doing the second part of that now. Claiming Angel I think it was. Going to enjoy it too.

I work my way down his body, kissing and biting as I go. I think I startled him on the first bite. He even yelled out as my fangs sank into his nipple. He liked it. I could tell from his huge monster of a cock pressing into my stomach. Good job I had the cock ring handy. I can't have him coming too soon. I want to claim him first then he can come. Working down his body I miss his cock entirely. He doesn't need anymore simulation there. I work my way down his stomach, thighs and legs. Licking and biting as I go.

"Mmm... Spike... Sire... Oh.. Yes... ohhh.." Like those noises coming out of him too. Angelus was far to quiet. Never showed when he approved but quick to beat when he didn't. I won't tell him but this is all new to me as well. Never made love before. Not sure if I'm going to like it. Still Angel has a soul and I want to claim him when he's willingly. Well almost. Still I don't think he's going to like the idea of me marking his heavenly body.

"Turn over." Angel doesn't pause and flips over on his stomach. I think he liking this so far.

Angel's POV:

Oh, god. I've never felt this before. I think Spike's making love to me. Haven't got a clue what he wants but at this second I don't care. I really don't. All I can seem to focus on his hands, his mouth, his tongue and oh.. His teeth. If nothing else, I think I love his teeth. When he bites it sends shock waves throughout my whole body. From my head to my toes. I think that's why he put on the cock ring. I don't think I could control myself if he keeps biting me. I never knew it could be so erotic. If I had I don't think I would have ever left him. Even with a soul. If had he offered to bite me and I knew how good it was I would have stayed with my family. Still I didn't. It's strange because at this moment I am almost glad I left him. It brought us here - to this point in time. Where I am no longer the sire. I don't have to control anymore. Now he's the one controlling this little dance of ours. Good at it too. He's no longer the childe. I realise that now. He wasn't for a long time. Spike is a master vampire in his own right. I don't know what I am and at this moment I don't care.

Spike tells me to turn over and I do. His mouth returns to my skin and his hands rub over my shoulders. He moves lower and lower until he's biting the small of my back. Suddenly his hands are on my butt cheeks massaging them. I moan deeply but with a little hint of fear. I know I can't stop this happening. A part of me surprisingly doesn't want to. I want Spike to take me. Another part is still thinking that this is some evil game where he's going to turn on me soon. Still he doesn't do anything more than just touch me. I get lost again in the sensation until he moves away.

"Sire." I moan. I don't care if Angel, the dark avenger shouldn't sound like this. I don't want him to stop. I've never felt anything like this. I've never felt the tenderness of the laying on of hands and just touching.

"Angel. I want you to grab the headboard and don't move." At first I don't move. I realise now I've been a fool. I was beginning to trust him. I knew he would turn on me. Still he doesn't force me when I don't move he just leans over and whispers into my ear. "Angel. I am your Sire. I won't hurt you. I will claim you and by that I am going to mark you."

"What?" I squeak. Oh, god I sound like Wesley. I clear my throat and ask again.

"I want to mark you Angel. Just here." He moves down and licks his tongue over the small of my back. I shiver. "Now grab the headboard because this will hurt." I don't think I just grab the headboard. I can brood later about why I trusted him. Why I believed him when he said he won't hurt me. I know he didn't mean physical pain; he meant emotional. I think that's what surprised me into trusting him. I never expected that from Spike - ever. Not as sire, childe, lover or friend.

He's right it does hurt. I almost screamed when his blade first cut into my skin. Still after a while it kinda changed. Changed from painful to almost pleasurable. Frightening in a way. I feared it because Angelus liked pain. I didn't want to be like him. Maybe it's just because we are vampires? Pain comes with the territory. Well, I can comfort myself with that. I have no idea what he's doing. He's very quiet and I can almost feel the intensity of his concentration. After the first few cuts however I recognise a pattern. It's not something he's drawing on me - it's a name. His name. He's cutting Spike in carefully marked out script in the small of my back. With each cut he pours into it a little ink. Then he moves on to the next cut. Finally he finishes the E and sits back on my thighs to examine his work. The best part comes when he cleans my back of blood with his tongue.

"Do you understand now Angel?" His voice is husky and I think he found this as arousing as I did.

"Yes, Sire." He's marked me as his. No one can take from me without seeing his mark. Spike moves back up my body to resume kissing and caressing my back. He leans into my ear and whispers.

"No one's ever taken you have they Angel?" I shake my head. His hands run down my back to my cheeks. One-finger forces it's way inside my hole and I gasp. "No one's ever been here?" I shake my head again. It's the most I can do. I can't speak the feeling is too intense. "Keep hold of the headboard," he whispers again before he moves back down my body.

This time Spike gently pushes my legs apart and settles between them. He grabs a pillow beside me and lifts my hips. He parts my legs a little more and I feel his hands caressing my cheeks again. He parts them and exposes my untouched hole. I never expected what he does next. His tongue touches my hole and pushes against the tight ring of muscles. I groan deep in my chest and Spike laughs softly. I don't even think about what the laugh means. All I can think about is his tongue pushing inside of me. Oh, bloody hell - using his term - I think I would come if it weren't for the cock ring. His tongue pushes deeper inside of me then retreats. Again and again he repeats the motion. I am sure he's trying to drive me insane with desire.

"Sire! Please!" I have no control over my voice anymore. Not even sure what I am asking for. It's doing just as it wants. Actually I don't have much control over my body at all. Like if he wanted me to move my hands I couldn't. They have forgotten in this extreme pleasure how to work. At this moment I am vulnerable to Spike in everyway. I am open to him in everyway. Mind, body and soul. If he wanted to destroy me he can do so now. I don't care anymore. I just don't want him to stop. Still Spike doesn't do as I expect. He doesn't destroy me but he removes his tongue and replaces it with his finger. It a way it's just as good. He can push deeper inside of me with that.

Suddenly I smell blood. Not mine but Spike's. I realise then what he's going to use as lube. His finger is withdrawn but seconds later it's replaced by two slippery ones. The blood makes him able to slid into my hole harder and deeper. Soon I am pushing back against his thrusts. Don't stop.. Don't stop. That's all that runs through my mind. I think I am saying it too but I can't be sure. Without warning his two fingers are joined by another.

"Ahh.. Sp.. Sire." I cry out as I am stretched more than I ever expected. His fingers continue to work me as he licks over the scar he's made on my throat. Even without breaking the skin I find it incredibly erotic. I start to panic a little when Spike adds a forth finger. But my words disappear into a flurry of grunts and groans.

"Trust me, Angel." Spike whispers into my ear. He continues to press four fingers into my hole. Making me gasp with each thrust. Suddenly when I think I am about to explode even with a cock ring - he withdraws. "Let go and turn over. I need to see your face." His commands are swift and his voice strained. When I turn over I can understand why. He's cock his purple with restraint and his eyes filled with lust and need. It surprises me. I never thought Spike could ever want me as much as this. He pushes my legs apart and holds me open.

"Open yourself for me Child," he whispers into my ear. I pull up my legs to my chest and lift my hips. Spike groans as my opening is revealed to him. "Stay like that." I am a little concerned about how he's ever going to fit into that tiny hole. Still I don't want him to stop. I want this feeling to continue. I think it's love but I'm not sure. I still have my problems with Spike and his Sire claims over me. However I think I might just love him at this moment. I can see clearly from this angle Spike pressing the head of his cock to my prepared opening. I can't help but moan with pain and pleasure as the head of his cock pushes at the tight ring of muscle. I look into Spike's face and see he too is staring down at his cock. His face is a picture of concentration and restraint.

"Angel, Childe..." He moans as his cock pushes in. He continues to push in deeper and I watch as his cock disappears inside of me. Oh, god... it's so strange and erotic. I am taking Spike's body into my own. It feels a little painful but soon that's replaced by red-hot burning pleasure as he moves deeper. He twists his hips a little moving from side to side. I howl in pleasure. Spike grins as I fling my head back and arch by body towards him.

"Nearly there luv," He moans into my ear. I don't realise it but I've started panting. Spike gives a final push and I scream out as he presses against something inside me. It sends shivers of painful pleasure all through my body.

"Please again, Spike. Sire, Please." I don't care that I am begging him but that was the most intensive feeling I've ever experienced. I have no idea what he's done but I want it again. Spike withdraws slightly and the trusts in again. His cock pressing hard into that spot again. I rear up almost into a sitting position, my arms clinging to Spike's body. Spike repeats the little thrust and I yell again. This is amazing. What the hell is he doing? I never thought my body could react like this. I never thought I would like having his cock up my ass.

Spike kisses me harshly and I feel his fangs cutting into my lips. The taste of my blood fills our mouths until Spike draws away. "Lie back down Childe. I can make this even better." I have no idea how he can do that because it feels pretty damn amazing already. I do as he says because as he knows I've never been on the receiving end. I have to trust him on this. Spike grips my hips with both hands holding me still. He then withdraws until his cock head pops out and then slams back in again. The feel of his thrust and the sudden harsh pressure on that spot sends me into rapture. I think I start screaming a mixture of Spike/Sire begging him to never stop. This is beyond anything. Light flashes before my eyes and I think at any moment I am going to pass out. I don't thankfully and Spike continues his hard thrusts.

Spike POV:

"Angel, you're so bloody tight." I compliment but I don't think he can hear me. I know I am hitting that special nub inside him over and over and my childe is lost in the sensations. He's never looked so beautiful and he's all mine. I'm not going to ever admit to him he is the only man I've ever made love to. After Angelus I didn't want to touch another man ever again. This is not just another man however this is my Childe. He feels damn amazing too. Fucking spectacular actually.

His body rears up to meet mine as I thrust deep and hard within him. His eyes are glazed with passion and his body trembles every single time when I hit that spot. I must say Angelus was good but Angel is a damn amazing lay. In fact I don't think anyone has made me feel like this. No one has ever gripped my cock so hard and begged so much for me to thrust again. I notice his cock pressed between us; leaking huge amounts of pre-come over my belly. He's prevented from coming however by the cock ring. I have this sudden urge I want to see him come like this. I want him to come with my cock thrusting in and out of his tight hole. I want to watch his face as he does and know its all for me.

I flick off the cock ring and fling it aside. Angel howls with the release and presses against me harder. He feels so fucking good that I never want to leave this place. I grab hold of his freed cock and jerk him off in rhythm with my hard thrusting.

"Come for me, childe." I moan pressing my body against his. I want to see his face when he comes. Angel's eyes open and he stares into mine. His whole body gives a delicious tremble as he arches into me and screams as a huge amount of semen covers my hand and stomach. Well that pretty much does it for me too. With a few more hard deep thrusts, I explode like there's no tomorrow. Coming so much I can feel it fill his passage and leek out of his body. Finally his inner muscles milk the last few drops from me and I collapse on top of him.

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Part 7:

Spike's POV:

After a moment of just lying there, because I don't have the strength to move I feel Angel's arms encircle me. I didn't expect that. Angelus was never one for afterglow or holding afterwards. It's a strange feeling but one that I like. I smuggle into my childe's chest and breath in his unique scent. I don't want to move from this spot ever. It's warm and comfortable. I feel safe. Something I haven't felt ever since they implanted this fucking chip in me. I never dreamed that I could feel this with my former Sire.

I know now he's not Angelus. Angel is just Angel. No one else. I can't punish him for what Angelus did. Yes, they wear the same body but they are far from the same person. I know that Angelus would never have liked having his childe inside him. Angel seemed to enjoy it pretty much. Must have done because he's not pulling away from me. I still have my semi hard cock inside him and he's not trying to go anywhere. He feels pretty damn good too. Warm, soft and welcoming. He feels like home. He... Oh no. Oh bloody hell. I think I love him. Oh fucking hell why did I have to go and fall in love with him. This is not good. No, wrong word. This is a disaster. I am not going down that road again. I did with Drusilla and I am not doing it with Angel. I know how it's going to turn out - badly. It always does with me and love. Time to change the plan again. I've claimed Angel and now I am going to let him go back to his own life. Back to his stupid friends and his stupid business.

I wake before Angel does. Never been like this with anyone before. I'm still tucked up inside of him and he feels warm and perfect. It's a place I never want to leave again. Still I have to. Angel doesn't love me. He never will. He'll never really trust me. He thinks this is all a game. Well, it was to start with. Then it changed. That stupid Sire/Childe bond got in the way right at the start. I wanted him near me; I was jealous of everyone else who knew him. I was jealous of his friendship with the humans. Jealous because I had never had that with Angel or Angelus. Not when I was his childe and not now when he's my childe. Our roles have been reversed but nothing has changed. We are still enemies and we still can't love each other.

I roll of him and I miss his tightness. Felt like home if I would let it. I would stay their forever if it were possible. If Angel could ever love me. He can't and he won't. I get dressed and gather my things together. I don't have much. I touch Angel's clothing still in his suitcases. It smells of him. I'm sure he won't miss a jumper or two. Its not like he's going to fight his sire over it - now is it? I drink down my blood and get ready to leave. I'm doing the right thing. My plans are out the window. Angel isn't mine and never can be. What I need is for him to want to be mine.

"Spike?" I hear my childe call me by my name. I will miss him calling me sire. "Sire?" Angel gets dressed in jeans and T-shirt and comes looking for me. I wait for him. I want to tell him goodbye. I know I should have left when he was sleeping but I need this. He spots me standing at the door, dressed and ready to go.

"Sire? You're leaving?" Angel stares at me and the bag I'm holding. "You're leaving me!" Well this was not the reaction I expected. I thought he would be pleased. We both know that he doesn't like being submissive. We would have ended up fighting for control when Angel gets his full strength back.

"You don't need a teacher Angel. You know how to be a vampire. Now I am going home back to Sunnydale and you can go back to your life." I really want to kick myself. God, I sound depressed. What the hell is wrong with me? I don't need to explain anything to him. Not now, not ever. I go to open the door but Angel beats me there. Ah, looks like he's got the speed back. He slams the door closed and stands before it.

"You bastard!" He screams at me. "I knew this was some sort of game. I knew you were using me; hurting me because of what I did before. You Fucking bastard." He hits me across the face and surprisingly throws me across the room. Looks like he's got his strength back too. He stalks towards me his body ready to fight me. "You claimed me, made me love you and then you fucking leave me!" He hits me again and I with amazement I notice the tears in his eyes. "It's because of what I did isn't it? You're punishing me because I did that to you. I left you when you depended on me and now you're doing the same."

"You don't love me Angel!" I jump you and swing at him. Hey, I'm still stronger. I guess being Angel's Sire and all still gives me the advantage. Angel avoids the first swing but the second hits him in the gut. While he's distracted I kick him in the head. He goes down with a huge thump. In seconds he's up again in game face coming at me. "You aren't really a demon, Angel. You have a human soul; you can never love a demon." He hits me hard across the jaw. "You're not Angelus any more, Angel. I know now that your soul can never love me like I love you. Its human love not demon love." I hit him back and this time I throw him across the room and he lands on the bed. Surprisingly he doesn't get up but just stares at me.

"You love me?" His face changes back to the beautiful planes I love. Okay, I love him. I will finally admit it. Doesn't mean I like it. Large watery brown eyes stare into mine. "Why?"

"What do you mean why?" I snap at him. I have no idea why. Who knows why they love someone?

"You hate me. You despise what I did to you, how I used you and tossed you aside like nothing."

"I did hate you. I hated the demon in you. My sire, Angelus. I never knew you Angel. Now you're different - I've seen that. You aren't the man who did those things the demon did. I never knew you - the soul. I don't even know you as my childe, Angel. I wanted to but you can never love a demon. You're more human than vampire. I'm not and will never be. I will always be evil, a vampire, a demon. I don't want that to change. I won't change it not even for you." I grab a fag from my coat pocket and light it. It must be my age. I'm going bloody soft. Or maybe the chip's malfunctioned. God, I make myself sick. I really am love's bitch. The only problem is I never choose the right one. It's always someone who will never feel for me the way I feel for them. Take Dru, the slayer, Angel. "Anyway enough of this fucking emotional shit. I'm leaving. It was nice knowing you." I grab open the door and start to leave. Well, I try to leave. It's just so damn hard to step through the door.

"Sire... don't go." His voice is soft and strained. I stop. What am I doing? I'm supposed to be leaving. I'm supposed to stop making an idiot of myself. I'm supposed to be leaving him for his own good. Yeah, right. The truth is more like: I can't stand being near him and knowing he can't love me. God, I'm sick. I just need to cut my heart out and maybe it will stop these stupid feelings. I'm the big bad. A bloodsucking evil fiend. I killed two slayers and want to kill my third. I tell myself not to listen to my childe, just leave and don't look back. Still I don't. I do the next stupid thing and turn back to look at him. His so damn gorgeous. Beautiful and mine. "Sire, please don't leave me." He steps away from the bed and falls to his knees before me. "Sire.. Spike I love you."

"I think you need to repeat that." I think I've gone deaf as well. Surely I didn't hear that right?

"Spike, my once childe and now my sire I love you." Never in my one hundred and odd years have I ever been speechless. Didn't he say that earlier - the L word? I don't think it registered though. Now he's kneeling here before me telling me that Angel - defender of the hopeless loves me - an evil demon. "I don't know who I am. I don't care either. I am no longer anyone you named. I am not Angelus, not Angel or Liam. I am your Childe. I want you to claim me. I want you to be with me."

Did I hit him in the head too hard? Maybe that last punch knocked something loose. I stoke his hair; just to make sure I haven't given him a fractured skull or something. Nope, he's head's fine. Hey, maybe I'm dreaming. Maybe if I pinch myself I'll wake up. OW! That didn't work either. He watches my face silently. I think maybe he sees the fear and disbelief in my eyes. Then he does something I didn't expect. Not from Angel. But this isn't the same Angel as before. He's just said that and now he's proving it. Oh, bloody hell he's just got my dick out.

He strokes me firmly and then covers the end of my cock with his mouth. I love his mouth. He feels wet and warm and then he starts to suck. I stub out my fag and wrap my hands into his soft silken hair. He's getting better at the blowjobs and soon I'm spurting into his mouth. He swallows me down and licks me clean.

"Maybe we should discuss this in bed. I'm sure we can work something out." Was that my voice? It sounded rough and husky. Angel grins from the floor and I pull him up. I kiss his mouth tasting my own essence there. Maybe he can love me. Maybe his soul has the ability to love me. I don't know and at this moment I don't care. All I want is to be back inside the sweet tightness of my childe. I know I won't be leaving yet. I don't know what the future can hold for a demon and a soul. But why worry; we can have eternity to work it out.

3 Months later:

I am still here living at the Hyperion with my childe. Never in a million years did I dream my life would turn out like this. I started out as the beaten and abused Childe of Angelus scourge of Europe. To please him I became William the bloody and later Spike. I let him control me and destroy my lingering humanity. I gave up hope and love to please him. Later he left me and got a soul. I loved another - my crazy Dru. Unfortunately even she couldn't return my feelings and in the end she left me because I couldn't kill the damn slayer. Then I came here to LA and see the body of my Sire human and filled with a new being - Angel. That body was killed and later became my Childe. I thought then that I could take the revenge I had wanted from Angelus. Make him suffer for what he did and how he abandoned me. I planned on hurting this Angel and destroying him. Things never go as I plan however and this was no exception. Instead I discovered the demon gone and I had fallen in love with the soul who had taken Angelus' body.

Things are still stained between us. Still I know he loves me and I love him back with all the demon love I am capable off. Sometimes I wonder if it was just because of the Sire and Childe bond we created. That is a still a mystery to me. Angel still loves me to bite him and I receive the same feeling when he bites me back. I talked to Wesley about it but not even he couldn't find anything recorded about a bond like ours. I wonder what did create it?

After I agreed to stay in LA. Angel investigations moved into the Hyperion. Angel's human friends didn't like or trust me but he told them I was staying and that was it. I think they know of our relationship. Sometimes they complain to Angel about my conduct. He tells them there is nothing he can do. I am his Sire now and he can no longer control me. I think that frightens them but it certainly pleases me. At least I am still the evil bloodsucking fiend to some people. Angel is on the road of accepting me as his Sire and lover. We still have our fights, disagreements, past issues, and many other varied problems. In front of the others he always calls me sire. Sometimes I wonder if he's calling me lover in code. Okay, so it's also one of the new rules I set for him. I call him Childe or I use his name. It's strange I don't use those nicknames for him (like poof and peaches) unless I am displeased. He likes me to call him Angel. Gets this stupid smile on his face.

Angel hasn't changed much. He's still broody and depressing at times. He still goes out there and fights the good fight but when he comes home; when we are alone - he is different. He acts like my Childe and lover. We make love or even have demon sex with lots of blood mixed in. We talk and we have become the friends we never were. It's strange how life changes. How things can become reversed. I became the Sire and Angel became the Childe. It's strange but I feel as though this is the way it should have been. Neither of us are alone any longer. We have both found a purpose and the love to go with it. Something neither of us had before. Now we have found a future and my future will be with my childe. My lover, my friend, my one and only.

Oh, bloody hell I'm going to be sick. Enough of this brooding. I'm off to find my childe and screw him into the mattress. Then I'll make him scream so loud that it will scare all the humans into having a half-day. Oh, yeah that sounds like a good plan. Going to work too.

"ANGEL! Daddy wants ya!"

The End.

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