"Why can't Angel just leave me alone!" Buffy roared kicking a tree in the woods.  No one was about and it was the perfect place to let her Angel aggressions out.  He had just called her saying he needed to see her.

"What's that pet?" Spike said leaning against a tree behind her.  He lit a cigarette and looked at her.  Still in love with Angel despite the fact Riley had apparently broke her heart two days ago.  It was easy to get that poof out the way but Angel was an entirely different matter.  For several reasons.  Or one good one.

It was Angel.

"Fuck off Spike.  I really don't want to deal with you right now."

He ignored her.  "Ah that Angel, he is a persistent one.  He always get's his man.  Seriously.  He always gets his man."

"Whatever Spike," Buffy nodded turning away.

"Really.  You think any straight man would dress like that or do his hair like that."

"Spike this is sick.  I was with Angel for three years.  He's not gay."

"It's not about being gay Buff.  It's about being a vampire."

"Go fuck yourself Spike," Buffy said in disgust at the lies and walked off.

"Or i could always run to Angel.  Let him do that.  It's not like he hasn't done it before."

Buffy stopped dead.  "You're trying to tell me you *you* and *Angel* had sex?"

"I had never fucked a man before.  First time, after I was made.  Dru and Dar went out on the town and Angelus was telling me the house rules.  I wasn't listening.  He taught me better."

"He r-raped you?" She swallowed, disgusted.

"At first.  But you can't exactly rape the willin'.  He's a very caring lover don't you find Buffy?  Well most of the time. When he's not giving it to you straight and bloody hard.."

Buffy punched Spike down and he got up touching his nose for blood.  "Has *Angel* ever..."

"Oh you mean the souled version?  I can assure you it's the same package but.. no.  Angel never fucked me.  But Angelus did.  Oh God buffy, I came three times in one night.  All over him.  His hot, sweaty body writhing above me..."

"STOP IT!" Buffy demanded covering her ears.

"Oh that's not the worst of it Slayer.  It's not just me.  Little boys he liked the best.  He liked how they screamed when that huge cock of his went in dry.  Fuck, Buffy, it filled half the kid.  It's a huge bugger isn't it?  After all these years we got one thing in common.  We both loved to fuck Angel."

"SHUT UP!"

"Doesn't it make Riley the prick with an addiction to getting sucked off of a lot more attractive?  He tortured them.  After fucking them, he would make them give him blow jobs.  Those kids choked.  After that he left them crying before finally ripping their heads off."

"I'm not listening!"

"Oh but you are Slayer.  I remember the very last time he did.  That was something to savour."
 

Rumania 1898

"Angelus, I have a surprise for you.  I have the wickedest little idea," Darla said scraping her teeth on Angelus's neck.  "Get me an hour and meet me at the house."

"All right," Angelus said kissing her fiercely.

"Come along Drusilla," Darla called walking away from Angelus.  Spike went to follow the two women when Angelus caught his arm and pulled him back. He spun Spike into an alley and onto the ground.

"And where do think you're going William?"

"Nowhere."

"Ah, glad to hear it," Angelus said grabbing a fistful of his shirt and throwing Spike against the cold brick wall.  "I believe we have something to talk about boy," he growled pushing his head into the wall.

"What Sire?" He yelped, sure his head would crack.

"Did ye not kill the peasant girl I've been working in for quite a while?  Ye know how much effort I put into such schemes and you, thinking you're the Master here, decide to come in and ruin it all?"

He throws Spike down on the cold cobbles of the streets, stepping forward  "No Sire No!"

"No?  Now ye lie to me?  I am most disapointed in ye boy," Angelus said in a low, dangerous tone.  Spike tried to claw his way up but Angelus brought his hard boot down on Spike's pale hand, crushing it.  Spike yelled in pain before Angelus removed his foot from Spike's and swiftly hit it against his jaw, sending him back on the streets.

"Did ye or did ye not rip the girls throat out in an instant and put an unsatisfactory end to my three weeks work?" Angelus tested again placing his boot across Spike's windpipe, crushing his neck.  Spike's eyes went red and he started to cry, letting the tears fall onto the cobbles.

"Sorry Sire!" He choked out hitting Angelus's leg.  "I wanted to.. I was angry.. I didn't think.."

"And you'll never do that again, will ye boy?"

"You were going to take me hunting and spent those nights with Darla.." Spike gasped as Angelus pressed harder.  "I wanted to.. Hurt you..."

"Hurt me, William?" Angelus questioned.  He reached down and pulled his childe up with a fistful.  "Go ahead.  Ye must hurt me.. Go ahead."

Spike blinked and seen that Angelus was standing with his arms wide ready for a blow.  Spike swung at his face but Angelus grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind the vampire with a snap.  Spike screamed through his teeth again.

"Ye do not understand William.  To ye, t'is just feeding and the exhilaration of the hunt.. Te me, it is sa much more.  It's artistry William.  Meybe one day, you'll create art in a kill yerself and truly understand.  To see them and your week's of mind and soul torture of the lifeless victim lying there in front of ye.. It is unrivalled..  It's triumph and glory which makes the blood sweeter.  You were art William.. The night I made ye, that was my finest work.." Angelus breathed into his ear.  Angelus liked to breathe, to blend with the humans to make the deception so much more bitter.

Spike closed his eyes and squeezed any tears that would find their way through his eyelids.  His Sire brought this out of him, made hims so ashamed and naked again like a newborn.  He had let him down again.

It was in the heat of the moment Spike had fed on Angelus's marked kill.  Anger and hate combined and channelled into blood and death for the girl.

"To revere me, William.  Ye must fear, ye must hate and ye must love.  You boy, are in in need of some schooling.."

He yanked Spike's fine tailored trousers down to his ankles showing his pale, creamy ass.  Angelus bent down and licked the rounded edge of it, savouring the taste.  He felt Spike tremble as Angelus ran his fingertips over his ass and moving inside the crack.  He trailed down and found Spike's entrance as tight as it had been twenty years ago.  He grinned and pushed two fingers in.  Spike moaned loudly, biting his lip so much to draw blood.  He couldn't come, he mustn't.  Can't give his Sire the satisfaction...

"Ugghh," he moaned again.  Angelus parted his childes cheeks and snaked his tongue in further, tickling his flesh. Spike hit his forehead off the stone wall urging himself to resist.

Angelus stood back up and turned Spike round to find the young vampires cock jutting out anxiously against Angelus's pants.  Angelus grinned and took fierce hold of it, smothering Spike's mixed moans and cries by kissing him hard.  Angel pushed Spike closer to the wall, pressing every inch of him against the english vampire, kissing him more passionately and pillaging his mouth with Angelus's cool tongue.  In one clean motion, Angelus shed his own pants to his ankles.  He grabbed Spike's arm and threw him round against the side of the alley.  Angelus held his huge cock and then guided it to Spike's entrance.  "Ready lover?"  Without waiting for an answer, Angelus thrust it in violently, tearing Spikes inner lining.  Spike screamed.

"Fuck, Angelus," Spike said through gritted teeth.  His own hardness was pressed up against the cold, cold wall.  Angelus arched his back, pulling Spikes hips back with him, moving his hand round to grip Spike's cock.  Spike shivered as Angelus held him in his hands, literally, like putty.

"My thoughts exactly," Angelus growled into Spikes ear withdrawing from his ass and then slamming in again with more force.  Spike yelped again and Angelus kept whispering, and pumping him at the same time.  Angelus dug his other hand into Spikes hip, and morphed into vampire face.  He was coming soon, he could feel the rush, the ecstasy.

Angelus sank his teeth in Spikes pale neck and drank.  He licked his lips as blood spilled from his lips.  Angelus fucked Spike faster and moaned as he finally came in Spikes ass.  His semen spilling inside the blond.  Spike came soon after in Angelus's hand.  He panted as he relieved himself with his own organsm.  Angelus spun him round and held his hand up to Spike's mouth, forcing Spike to lick his own cum off Angelus's hand.  Then Angel grabbed a fistful of Spikes hair and forced him down.  He proudly stood above his childe, stroking himself to fullness.  His cock was getting full and hard again.

"I'm not done with you by a long chalk," Angelus growled pushing his cock halfway down Spikes throat.  Spike gagged but Angelus drew it out again.  Then he continued to fuck his face.  Spike doing the best he could, moaned feeling himself aroused again.  Fucking vampire stamina, he swore.

Angelus pressed Spikes head closer when he came again, this time down Spikes throat.  Spike swallowed as much as he could letting the other dribble out of the corners of his mouth.  Spike put his hands on Angelus's thighs but they were so sweaty they slid down and he fell over.  Angelus stood back and pulled up his won trousers.  He pulled Spike up as if he was unable to do it himself.  Still in vampire face, he kissed Spikes forehead viciously and threw him back on the wet cold floor.

Spike raised his head enough to see the vampire leave, his coat swirled around him almost valiantly and his hair sitting perfectly, the wind blowing it backwards.  He looked so handsome to Spike that night despite telling himself that the 20 odd years of fucking with Angelus was just that.  Fucking.  No attraction..
 

"..But watching him leave that night Buffy I knew it was more than fucking," Spike smiled lighting another cigarette.

"I don't believe it.  I won't," Buffy swallowed hard.

"Believe it Buff.  But remember that was Angelus, not Angel.  Angel the fucking saint who wouldn't rape a fly.  But god Buffy, that night.  It was the last which maybe made it the best.  The night day, Angelus was cursed.  Think you can look at him the same way?

"Still love him?"