"What!" Spike cries, grabbing my arm. "What the fuck do you mean? Stop this..." His eyes widen in understanding. "You want to stop yourself from becoming a vampire, don't you? Because... because you saw me... an old man with a family... Oh god, you feel guilty for turning me!" He slaps me hard, and I'm so shocked I can hardly move. "You self-centred bastard!"

"Spike... Will, you could have a life, a family, just like you should have done." There are tears in my eyes. I killed him - I killed my boy.

"I don't want to fucking grow old - Gods, who wants wrinkles? I certainly don't want bloody kids either." He grabs my arms and shakes me. "I want you! I want this life. Yes, for the first 120 odd years it was bloody shit, but now... now, I have you. We can be together; you can make me happy, Angel. Please, don't take that away from me!" He strokes my cheek, his eyes wide with tears. "I want you, Angel. Please, don't leave me again."

"Oh Will," I kiss him, crushing our lips together, our tongues stroking each other. The scene around us fades and darkness returns.

"I guess that was the right decision," Spike comments, breaking away from my lips.

"Or the wrong one... we could be here forever."

"Damn, Angel. You are so pessimistic."

I can almost see him roll his eyes at me. I am not so sure about things as he is. I have no idea what or why this is happening. Surely, it cannot be right to kill, and be killed? I don't know - maybe in love there is no right or wrong.

The darkness changes and another scene appears. "Oh not again," Spike moans.

This time, the time scene is recent. We're stranding in the Mansion at Sunnydale. Before us is a statue of Acathla. There is a sound of fighting, and I gasp as it draws nearer. It's Angelus and Buffy, swords clashing, and throwing insults at each other. I know the outcome of this. Spike doesn't. He wasn't here.

"This is that time... I ran away with Dru..." he mumbles.

"It's nothing... Don't look." I reply. I can't do this again. My chest is tightening with fear. I know so well what's going to happen to me, I still have the nightmares. I start to tremble. Angelus is before Acathla, ready to strike and then... it happens. I - sorry, the soul - is returned to that body.

"So that's what happened, the witch re-installed your soul. But how... how did you close the portal?"

I can't watch, but I can't draw my eyes away either.

Buffy's crying, she knows what she has to do. I was so confused; I didn't know what was happening. She tells me to close my eyes, and I sob.

"What the fuck!" Spike cries, he's staring at Buffy, she kisses me, and then draws back the sword. I can almost feel the coming pain. "No!"

Spike dives across the room, he's shoving me out the way of the sword, and it slices through his flesh.

"Spike!" The vortex continues to open, and Spike grasps at the sword running through his chest. "Spike!" I kneel before him, grabbing his face.

"She sent you though the portal, didn't she? Oh god, Angel, I didn't know. Why didn't you tell me? You went to hell," he's sobbing. Drawing great gasps of breath, trying to get his words out. The scene around us starts to fade, the sword, and the blood vanishes, but still my boy weeps. "How long?"

"On Earth - a couple of months. There... a few hundred years."

"Hundred?" he gasps. "They tortured you?"

"Yes. When I came back, I couldn't even remember my name. Buffy found me and helped me back to normal, but nothing was the same between us. I loved her, but deep down, I don't think I could ever really forgive, and neither could she."

"I love you," he whispers.

"I love you too, my Childe." We kiss again.

"You have shown your worth. You would give you lives for each other, without question."

We are surrounded by darkness again, deep and unforgiving. All we can do is cling to each other.

Spike's POV:

I stand in darkness, my arms wrapped around my trembling Sire... no, Lover. He's my lover. I press him close, feeling him shiver. I know what he's thinking, the same as I am. We can't change the past because we wouldn't be here then, but it doesn't mean... hell, I do regret it. I regret leaving him to be ensoul-ed and sent to hell. I regret that I never thought of what was going to happen to him, and now I'm stuck with the knowledge that I helped send him to hell. They tortured him there... not just for months or years, but decades and centuries.

He must be thinking too, about killing me, turning me.

"You are the soul, and the seer!"

It's a new voice, deeper this time, and it echoes around me. I hate being called the soul - I'm an evil blood-sucking demon, thank you very much. I might be chipped but I'm still bad!

"Who the fuck are you! I've had enough of this shit!"

"You are always impatient, lover," the voice replies.

"Angel?" What the fuck is going on.

"That's me... That other voice... was you?" Angel comments, trying to see into the darkness. We can't, all there is the voice and blackness.

"We are the essence of you; we had to know you were deserving before we merged," the Spike voice tells us.

"Merge?" I whisper.

Suddenly, a wind engulfs us. It blows around us like a whirlwind, and we cling to each other. The wind blows harder, and it beings to shift away the darkness. It whirls around in the wind, revealing a summer field; the wind swirls around us, moving in circles and widens. I realise we're standing in the eye of a hurricane. Suddenly, through the whirling winds, two animals appear. Angel steps out of my arms, and stands before me, I shove him aside so we are side by side. Bugger's always trying to protect me. If we're going to be mates, then he's going to have to accept we are equal.

The animals surprise me, one is a silver-coated Wolf, and the other, sitting on its shoulder, is an eagle. They stare at us, standing just a couple of feet away, not moving.

"Your guides agree with you."

"What?" Angel grabs my hand and we look around. Nothing again, but those blasted voices.

"They are your spirit guides; this is the last test. They accept you, if they didn't, they would leave. They wait to be merged with you."

"Where the fuck are.... Wow!"

I can't believe my eyes. Before is a being of gold and blue. So beautiful, dark eyes, dark hair, and I realise that this is Angel. He's like... like... an angel.

"You are the Wolf, Spike," the being... Angel says. Damn, he's so gorgeous... I didn't think demons were... "Just because we are demon doesn't mean we have to be ugly. Are all good people pretty?" The Angel angel laughs. His whole body shimmers with light. Whole, naked and so damn gorgeous - he's ethereal... that's all I can say. There aren't words enough to explain his beauty.

"No," I mumble, my eyes unable to leave his form, "Why the wolf?"

"You're his protection, his one and only mate. He yearns for you, and only for you. You have to be strong, fast and vicious, to help him through the coming trials. That is the gift of your bonding."

Gift? What gift? Like a wedding present, maybe. I don't understand, but the being says nothing more. Instead, I turn back the flesh and bone version of my lover. Damn, if he isn't just as good looking.

Angel's POV:

I stay silent as my essence talks to Spike, it seems that what he has to say is for Spike and Spike alone. I don't understand it, myself. I've never heard of gifts, I wonder what these spirits mean.

"You are the eagle, Angel."

I guess it's my turn. I turn to face the handsome - mind-blowing-ly ethereal form of my lover. If I were human, my heart would have stopped in wonder. I would have died happy.

"You are the guardian of good people. You are also the primary messenger of spirits to man. The protector of the weak, and also the seer. You are one in the Eagle, with the wolf you are bound and he shall protect you where you fly."

His glowing hand reaches out to touch my cheek, making the real Spike growl softly. "You are the centre, don't be afraid to ask for help. You are not alone anymore, you are bonded to your chosen mate, and forever shall you belong together. She who is your strength, the one Willow, she is the connection to the human world. She shall walk with you for eternity, on this path you have chosen. Care for her, protect her from darkness."

"I shall," I promise. I don't understand the strange words. Willow is light and everything good about humans; I don't see how she can ever do anything to hurt anyone. Yet, I promise because I love her, and she is part of me.

"She shall grow in strength; she is a fellow warrior on this journey."

"Now it is time." It's the Angel being that speaks. He looks at his counter part and smiles. "We are ready."

"For what? What the hell is going on," Spike's getting angry. He hates all this mumbo jumbo stuff. He's never been into spirituality or Wicca. I have never known a being so wrapped up in the real world as Spike's. I grab his arm and pull him to me. For a moment, he struggles, but then relaxes into my embrace.

We stand back, as the two beings start floating towards each other. They smile and kiss, and... merge. Their bodies are becoming one as we watch, and then all disappears as the whole field is filled with brightness and even the whirling winds glow. The animals come nearer and they stand before us. I wish I could talk to Spike, but a humming... no chanting has started. I feel like I'm in the middle of a cowboy and Indian film from the sound. I hear stamping feet, drums, men's voice's echoing all around us. It's so loud!

My arms tighten around Spike, and we cling to each other. Then the animals become ghost like, and move straight in for the attack.

"Holy shit!" I cry! The eagle is flying directly for my heart. I scream, trying to push it away, but my fingers can't even touch it - they just pass right through. It enters my body - a feeling of sunlight, heat, and flight fill my body. I scream. Beside me, Spike is the same. The wolf pounces at him, flinging itself into his body. He yells and screams, but I can't hear anything. The chanting, the drums, the stomping it's too loud!

The light gets brighter and brighter and...

"Holy shit!" I cry. I push myself up and yelp in pain. It's dark and I'm lying in a forest. I touch my hand to my chest and moan... we're back in the real world. Buried deep inside my chest muscles are two demon fangs. The skin around them is healed and whole, I'm covered in blood, but I'm not hungry. Oh god, Spike!

"Angel?" I turn quickly, facing my Childe...no, not Childe anymore. Mate. He's my mate.

(note: ~~ Angel's thoughts. // Spike's)

~~Oh god, Spike, I love you, I can never lose you. ~~

"I can't lose you either, luv." Spike grins at me under dark lashes, a slight pink blush to his pale cheeks.

"Huh?" I'm sure I didn't say anything. I look over him and notice he's in the same position as I am - the demon fangs still imbedded in his chest.

//Damn, I want to fuck him. I want to suck that big fat cock. I want to push inside his tight body, oh yeah; I'll be his first. My little virgin boy. //

"I am not your virgin boy!" I snap.

Spike starts to laugh, rolling on the floor, and yelping occasionally as the fangs in his chest are knocked about.

"What the fuck are you laughing at! And I don't have a fat cock, either!!" I'm screaming now, my body shaking in anger.

//You have a fucking gorgeous cock, Luv. Big, fat, and lots of lovely veins to lick along. And that foreskin, damn I want to pull it and suck...//

"Shut up!" I yell, grabbing his shoulders.

"I didn't say a damn word, luv," Spike giggles. "Oh come on Angel, you are really slow."

~~Oh shit, you can read my mind! ~~

//Yep, I sure can... Oooo, Angel, you sure are a kinky bugger. //

"Spike, get the fuck out of my thoughts!" I bellow. He does, and strangely I can feel him leaving my mind. In the end, he's just a flicker of light deep inside me.

"Oh pet, I kinda like being in your mind. It's a nice... mucky place... though; I really don't look that good in jockey shorts...and I don't think Xander would like to be used as our rug, luv." My mate giggles even more, slapping his hand into the dirt.

"I dread being in your mind," I snap back, but that makes Spike laugh even more.

I reach out and touch his laughing face, stroking my hand down his cheek. A shiver passes though my whole body, and I moan in delight. Spike's laughing stops too, and he pants with my caress. I look down at his cock, noticing how hard he is... just from one stroke?

"We need to complete the ritual, luv," he murmurs. He leans closer to me, his face inches from mine. I want to kiss him, but I know if I do, I'm going to lose myself completely inside him and never come out the other end.

"We need to remove the fangs..." I mumble, my lips just millimetres from his. I can almost taste his mouth from here. his smell...

"Yeah," he breathes, leaning forward.

The first touch of our lips and everything is lost. It feels like my whole body is burning, our lips are raging fire as they caress each other. I shove my tongue inside and feel myself flying.

// Want you, Angel. Please, let me touch you... I need to touch you. //

~~ Please, Spike, take me... take everything. ~~

I melt as Spike rolls on top of me, his mouth mapping out mine, and, "ow!"

"Shit, bloody fangs!" Spike jumps back, looking down at the ivory still buried in our chests. "Guess, you're right, luv. I don't think I want to shag you with these sticking in me." He laughs, then looks concerned. "How the fuck do we get them out?"

*****
Part 6:

I smile at last something I know. "Someway special." I take hold of his hand and pull him forward. He gets to his feet, and follows me as I pull him towards the fire. "They are part of us now. It's simple." Spike rolls his eyes, knowing I'm getting a big head about it. I can't help but play him, make him guess. I pick up a long stick from the fire. "Don't worry, it shall only hurt for a moment." I press the fiery stick against his chest, touching the long fang. He howls at the touch and the ivory disintegrates, leaving nothing but a long pointed scar on his chest. I repeat it on the other side with the same result.

"Wow! Scars... cool!"

I sigh; Spike has a strange priorities. I hand him the stick and he repeats the ceremony on me. I look down at my healed chest, and see the two scars. I think he might be right, they are rather cool. I look up from under my lashes and smile. Spike gets this strange look in his eyes, and he stalks towards me, dropping the stick.

//You are so bloody sexy when you do that, pet. //

~~ What? You like a man who bats his eyelashes at you? ~~ I laugh inside my mind. I feel free talking to him this way. I can say things, and not worry about what people think, because only Spike can hear me. My mate is the only one in my mind.

I bat my eyelashes again, and he growls. A strange growl... almost Wolf like... Then I can't think anymore, because he bounds at me, shoving me to the ground. We roll together in the dirt, our mouths connecting. He's growling again, and pushes his cock into my stomach.

//Not right...I want to mount you...//

Shit! He's really got that wolf part in him. Not only did I receive the words, but the image. That silver furred wolf was mounting me from behind, his cock parting my anus. I give him my own growl. That image was the most arousing idea I've ever had. I quickly shimmy out from under him, and present my back. I'm on all fours, and I growl softly, shaking my backend. I don't pick up thoughts from Spike now, just emotions... and he's so turned on it's unbelievable. I stretch my back, arching it, heightening my ass... and that does it.

Spike dives onto me, his cock jabbing at my opening. I moan at the bestiality of the situation. Spike's thoughts are just one raging fire inside him. He sees me as a shining being - his mate. His only mate. My mate grunts, a soft growling of need filling my ear. He scrapes his nails over my nipples, and I can smell he's drawn blood. The smell drives his instincts, and he starts to lap at my throat. Exchanging blood is the last part of our ritual. It shall make us completely one. A bond-mated pair of vampires. Something I've never come across before.

I am so not telling Giles about this. I'll never hear the end of it, and then he'll want to study us, and....

"FUCK!" I scream.

Spike thrusts forward and buries his cock deep within me. I've split, but I don't feel pain. I feel full and complete. Spike is the first and only person who shall ever do this. I groan, my body trembling with his invasion. He wraps his fangs around the nape of my neck and starts to thrust. It's then I discover why men like sex with men. Spike finds an amazing spot inside me. He constantly thrusts over it and into it, making me scream with the sensation each and every time. It feels as though my nervous system is on overload. I'm yelling incomprehensible words as he gets the right rhythm to hit it all the time! I can't take this anymore!

His clawed hands grab my cock and he starts to squeeze me. I arch my back trying to get away from his touch. The sensations are too much - too powerful. My throat has become sore with the yelling, but he doesn't stop. He just pounds and pounds. He's still thrusting when I cum, screaming my climax into the night. The next minute, he sinks his fangs into my neck and starts to fill my passage with his cum. I never thought that Spike filling my bowels would be so erotic. I'm yell again as a secondary orgasm passes through my body, leaving me boneless in his grasp.

Spike's POV:

Oh wow... Oh wow... oh wow! That was... wow! I can't believe how amazing that felt. I've never had sex like that - Never! Never cum so hard, either. I bet I emptied a gallon load of jism into his backside. I need him so much, need to be connected to him, touch him, and be one with him. I took him like a wolf does his mate, mounted him from behind and fucked him raw. I think he liked it too, especially if all the howling, screaming, and double orgasm are anything to go by.

Finally, I collapse on top of his jelly-like body and we lie in the soft grass and leaves. I remove my fangs and clean his wound with my tongue. I've left a tiny scar on the back of neck, I wonder if it's going to stay there... I hope so; I love the scars on his body, the signs that we have mated.

I shift on top of him, feeling my cock start to harden once again inside his tight little passage. And boy it was tight in there, I thought he was going to squeeze my cock off. I guess I should have relaxed the muscles first, but I was too frantic to touch him to wait any longer.

"Hmmm..." Angel moans under me. I try and see his face, and he turns to look at me. He's got the biggest smile fixed on his lips, looking like the cat that had the cream. "That was..." he mumbles, still grinning.

"Yeah," I gasp, resting my head on his back. There aren't words to describe how good it was.

I don't know how long we lay there, but I kept getting the feeling that surely it must be near dawn. Yet, there was no sign of the sun. So I just stayed where I was, I really didn't want to move... ever.

Angel was quite happy to remain where he was for a while, but then started shifting.

//Ah, pet... I don't wanna move...//

~~ I want you ~~

Okay, he only had to mention more, and I moved. He groaned as I slipped out of him. He was sore, but he didn't seem to take any notice. He wanted me and I sure as hell wasn't going to question it. We'll clean ourselves up later, hey, I'll even offer to lick him clean.

~~ Disgusting thoughts! ~~

// Get out me fucking mind then and fuck me! // I yelled back.

~~ Don't think I want to ~~

I could here him laughing inside my mind - bastard! He was playing with me. It's something he hasn't done for a long time. I wonder if we can take these games further. I'd love to be able to do some bondage again, or whipping, oh gods, I'd love to whip Angel... or even better - have him whip me.

I groan and harden just at the thought. Bugger, I never thought I'd trust him like this. Hell, I want him to whip me, shag me blind, and tie me to the nearest bed. I guess our mating worked then. This is more than love - this is everything.

~~ Can you mount me again, after... ~~

Angel leans over me, his lips inches from mine. I'm surprised he wants that violent taking again. Surely, he's sore.

// Pet, I don't want to hurt you...//

~~ You didn't. You made me feel whole, safe, and wanted. I've never felt that Spike... Hell, yes I want you to take me like that again! ~~

Okay, not what I expected from Angel. I thought he'd want soft loving, long drawn out passion. I suppose my claiming - my holding him so tight, and crushing him to me, made him feel whole and safe. I guess I can relate to that...

// I'll touch you anyway you want, lover. //

Angel grins at me, and then kisses with all his desire. He wants me close, and I give myself fully to him. It seems he can get on with making love to me, now he knows I'll fuck him ragged later. I laugh at the thought... Our kisses are becoming languid, his lips playing with mine. I wonder how he wants to play this... how...

~~ Spike, shut up and just go with it. I don't want you to think of anything, but what I'm doing to you. ~~

I chuckle, and kiss him back. He's so big pressed against me. His large build, his muscles, and that monster of a penis. Damn, I'm glad he's big all over. I press my hands against his chest and feel the muscles move under my hands. He grins and we kiss again. Our lips touch, and part, only to touch again. Soft touches, soft loving... and I like it. Oh good grief, I'm turning into the poof!

~~ Close your eyes, and stop thinking! ~~

I sigh, and close my eyes. I feel my lover above me. The soft grass under me. The night is strangely silent, as if in awe of our joining... or maybe shock. I wonder what he's doing? I lay back, enjoying the cool grass under me, and then he strokes my face. I gasp at the contact. His fingers are strong, slightly rough, and his nails are cut short. He strokes my skin, soft and hard touches over the surface. He moves to my neck, making me gasp, as another area is aroused and inflamed by his touch. Oh gods, his tongue moves into action, and he licks my chest.

~~ You are beauty defined. A man of pale skin, strong muscles, and high cheekbones. Such bright blue eyes, and welcoming, soft mouth. I adore your mouth - your thin lips, your hot tongue. I like how you shove it into my mouth. ~~

Oh shit! What is he doing? I writhe under him, his touching moving over to my belly, down my arms, and finally caressing my hips. I've been touched before... hell, lots and lots of times, but never like this. I gasp, and push my hips up to his hands. I want him to bring me off, now! I can't hold back, I'm too fucking aroused.

~~ You have the most amazing stomach, flat and filled with ridges of muscles. Such muscles, Spike. I want to bury my hands in them, lick them all over. Your arms are thin, but your wrists... oh lover, they are so sexy. And your hands. They make me hard just by looking at them. Perfect, sculptured hands - I want them to touch me forever. The bones of your hips, pointed, and the way they rub against me when we make love... oh Spike, how they touch my pelvis, my stomach, they are needles of desire in my flesh. ~~

I groan, writing on the ground, my mate above me, touching me and driving me bloody insane!

~~ Lastly, but not least, your legs. They are perfect; they wrap around me so well. They hold me like steel, and when you rub your heels into my ass... oh, you make me cum. ~~

Okay, I'm screaming now, and my wad covers my chest before I even realise I've climaxed. The orgasm that passed through my body was like a lightening storm. It burned every nerve, blinded me, deafened me, and drove me to the edge of sanity and back. I'm still screaming as I come down, my body cradled next to my lover's.

// Oh Angel... Angel. //

I cry, as he strokes me, this time not sexually but calmingly. Damn it, he never even touched my ass or cock. Never spoke about them, but I came like a horny teenager. I couldn't hold back, it was like... I don't have the words. I'm not the romantic, Angel should be, but whoa, that was the best orgasm I've ever had for... oh, for the last half an hour at least.

~~ You liked that? ~~

I grin and open my eyes. My mate looks down at me with the biggest smile on his face. I slap his arm and he laughs.

// What the hell was that? //

~~ That was a little bit of Tantric sex... well, only the sight part. Your not supposed to come from it, but I guess it was a little overwhelming for you. ~~

He's laughing at me, that delightful chuckle inside my mind. Is that his gift? That feeling of making me feeling like I'm flying. Just as I take him hard and rough, making him feel full and safe. I stretch out next to him, resting my hand on his firm chest. That was really amazing, what he did to me. I wonder what it would be like with him inside me. I like him like this, relaxed and lying at my side. His hand resting on the flat of my stomach. His beautiful hard cock is poking me in the hip. I think we're both ready for an another round.

// So what else to they do in Tantric sex, apart from sight. //

~~ Well, they enhance the five senses, and then there's the one hour rule - to control desire. You don't have intercourse one hour before or after... ~~

"No fucking way!" I yell out loud.

I roll Angel onto his back and loom over him. He chuckles softly; running his hands around my hips, and then up and down my back. I shiver and remember his words - words that made me cum like a cannon. I kiss his mouth, his words returning again. Friggin' hell, he is turning me into a poof! Now every time I touch him, I'll be remembering those damn words.

I can't help but give a whimsical little moan as his tongue slides into my mouth. A belly groan as his fingers caress my spine in long continuous strokes. A pansy-like whimper when he breaks away from my mouth to pepper kisses along my jaw. I am such a wimp!

~~Hmmmm... want you, lover. Want to feel you...~~

I grin, just want I wanted. I stroke my hands over his chest and grab hold of his cock. He's hard, and dripping. I just need a little more lubrication. I collect my spilt sperm from my chest and rub it onto his cock. Just the sight of it covering his length makes us both groan. He arches under me, and tries to pull me down for a kiss. I come willingly, wrapping my tongue around his. I lift my hips, and with a move I haven't done in nearly a century, impale myself on his dick.

We scream into each other's mouth. The bond between us makes our bodies flare with desire, and it burns us alive. Our bond brightens and glows inside my mind, and I reach out for my lover. I feel that same light within him, and we merge together. Damn, I'll never stop having sex with him now! This is too amazing!

We rock together, our mouths connecting to share sloppy kisses. Our hands clutching each other so close. Angel groans and moans, rolling us over in the damp grass. It's so soft under our bodies, like making love on clouds. The light inside our minds flares again, dragging us near and nearer - until I'm flying. I scream, yelling against Angel's mouth. I'm coming again, my orgasm like a supernova. It burns me from the inside out, just as it does my Angel. I feel him climax within me, and then his fangs are buried in the skin just above my right nipple. He's drinking me deep, swallowing me whole.

// Angel! //

~~ Spike! ~~

I collapse onto my mate's body. Our limbs heavy and sated. Oh bugger, I love him.

*****
Part 7:

Angel's POV:

I don't know how long we lay entangled. Our bodies moulded perfectly together. I love his body, what I whispered into his mind was all-true - every word. I suddenly wonder when the dawn is coming. It must have been hours since we started the ritual, it must be dawn soon... yet, and there is no sign of the sun.

I shift against Spike, my cock hard again, and uncomfortably crushed under his leg.

~~ Spike? ~~ I murmur into his relaxed mind. There is no answer. ~~ Spike! ~~

// Bloody hell, peaches! Don't shout into my head! //

~~ Spike, I'm horny... ~~ I whine.

Spike opens one eyes and glares at me. He' stiff with shock by my words. What? Does he think I don't know what it means? It's true, I am. I'm thinking about him taking me again. I move away from him, rolling onto my hands and knees, and wriggle my butt in his direction. I look behind me. Spike is shocked stiff, his mouth hanging open.

I whine, and push my butt up again, and by now my half wolf mate is salivating. He licks his lips, his eyes never leaving my ass. I give a little growl, and he pounces. Harsh fingers clutch my hips, as he rubs his erection into the cleft of my ass. Oh, take me! I want him again; I want to feel him fill me. I've never felt as I do when he takes me. His legs push mine more apart, and he growls into my ear. His chest relaxes onto my back, his hips rise, and then...

~~ Yes! Yes! Pound me hard! ~~

Spike's cock is buried within my body. He's home. He makes me whole, and I never want to move from this position ever again! Where I make us fly in sex, Spike brings him home.

I feel myself howling as Spike's throbbing penis pushes deeper inside me. Each thrust connects us more and more. Each movement of his hips drives that amazing length directly into my prostate. If I had known about that wonderful little nub, I would have forced him to stimulate it for the last 100 years.

// I should introduce you to a vibrating dildo, pet. // A voice laughs inside my mind.

I groan at the tone, too aroused to be able to answer. I start to feel that blazing light in the back of my head again. It grows and soon it shall engulf us both in pleasure. I hear a wolf howling, his fangs nipping at my throat, paws shredding my chest... I think I'm losing my mind. The feeling is too intense. Then I let everything go. I scream, howl, blow my mind, and then the light is gone and I'm back in the arms of my mate.

// That was... //

~~ Oh yeah... ~~

// You think it's going to be like this all the time? //

~~ Spike, you are going to be the death of me... Ahh, death by pleasure spikes. ~~

// Angel, my lover, your jokes are crap. //

Spike's POV:

It's dawn. It feels like the night has lasted for days on end. Yet, as we lay in the afterglow of another round of love making and sharing blood, we both can feel the sun beginning to rise. Not even Angel can tell how long we've been awake. We dress, sharing kiss and touches, amazed at the newness of each other's bodies. Then at the end of the ritual, we buried the silver knives. They were to be used to end our lives if the bonding ritual failed. They weren't needed, so they were buried at the place of our mating.

Afterwards we gathered the rest of our stuff, and ran back to Willow's house. We just made it in time. The sun was chasing us across the grass; just cresting the horizon, as we ran through the door and slammed it shut behind us. We laughed, giggling like children, as we collapsed on the floor.

"Well, well, you're back."

We both look up into the displeased face of Willow. She taps an impatient foot on the floor; her face set in an angry mask.

"Where the hell have you been for the last 3 days?!" she yells. "I was worried sick! You weren't anywhere to be found. Then we had to deal with those Gentlemen people. They stole our voices. Then there were those blasted commandos around again. Tara said I was special. Then you... What?"

We both start to laugh. The ritual must have lasted for 3 days, and held us in some kind of special place to complete the bonding. Willow looks really pissed at our laughing, but Angel holds out his arms for her and she comes willingly. She hugs him so tight, feeling him all over. She's checking that he's whole, and then she touches my cheek.

"Oh goddess, I was so worried, Angel. Even for you, Spike. Please don't do that ever again. Please, promise me."

"I promise you, mo cumhacht." Angel kisses her forehead and holds her tighter.

//You can kiss her, lover. I'm not jealous of Willow. //

Angel gives me a surprised look.

// She's part of you. She'll help me keep you sane and alive. //

Angel smiles, and touches my cheek. He kisses Willow softly, comforting her, as we all cling together. I have a new family, a new pack. I wonder how long I can last before I piss them off again?

The End