AUTHORS: Salustra and Pet
E-MAILS: Salustra: goddess_salustra@juno.com  Pet:spikespet2001@yahoo.com 
TITLE: Why We Fight- What * Really * Happened
RATED: NC-17
PAIRING: Angel/Spike
SUMMARY: A rewriting/missing scene version of the episode
SPOILERS: Through Season 5 Ats: Why we Fight
DISCLAIMER: We don't own any of these characters; they belong to Joss
and ME. We really wish we could borrow Spike and Angel for a little
while though.
FEEDBACK: Yes please.

Spike comes back to the lovely little villa that he and Dru have
appropriated for themselves in the heart of Madrid. "Dru, I've got a
tasty little treat for you....princess!" He sees a note and drops
the unconscious woman he is dragging. "Darling, gone to free virgin
blood party, two blocks away at the University."

Spike runs out the door. *Crazy woman, can't leave her alone for ten
minutes. 'Free virgin blood party' my arse. *

He can sense her now as he approaches the University. He runs
through the halls towards her, crashing through a set of double
doors. Inside there are a lot of vaguely German-looking military
types, and Dru. One of them is approaching Dru from behind with a
large syringe. "Dru, run for it!" he shouts, and launches himself
into the crowd. He rips and tears and men go down around him,
battered and bleeding. A path is cleared and Dru runs out the door.
More men pour in from the side rooms then and surround Spike, piling
on him as he continues to fight furiously. Then he feels the sting
of a hypodermic needle and falls into unconsciousness.

Spike wakes up sometime later. *Much* later, by the depleted feeling
he has. Too long without blood. He shifts immediately into game
face. He is in a box, and chains are wrapped around him. He tests
them briefly, and they are strong. They make a faint jangling noise
as he struggles in them.

The Guard hears the jangling and moves forward some towards the
boxes, He hears the jangling again and walks up to them. He sets his
head down on one of the boxes listening closer.

Spike hears the noises, the footsteps, and the heartbeat. *Food.*
He smoothes out his game face and says, putting a little tone of
suggestion in his voice. "Help. I'm a captive, can you let me out?"

The guard jumps back, his heart nearly jumping out of his chest.
There was talking coming from the box! Then hr moves slowly back
over to the box. "Hello,is someone there?"

*American, I can tell. Good.* "Yes! Those lousy Germans took me
captive. I come from an important and rich family. They were going
to ransom me. Please let me out. They've got me chained up. There
should be some keys or something out there. You don't know how good
it is to hear a civilized voice."

"All right. Hold on. I'm so sorry they did. You'll be out soon,
hold on." The guard looks and sees keys hanging on the wall. Hr
grabs them walking back to the box. He uses each key till he gets
the right one and opens the box. "Oh my god, you're chained too!
Hold on, one of these should work." The guard tries each key again on
the chains then gets the right one and releases him. "There. I don't
know how you could breathe in there. You all right?"

Spike climbs out of the box and hugs the guard. "I will be in a
minute." He shifts into game face and bites down into the guard's
neck, sucking deep and hard.

Spike looks over and sees two other boxes. He grabs the keys and
goes to work. He might need help…there's a whole crew waiting.

Sometime later….

After talking to Lawson, Angel moves to the hatch musing. Damn
government! Couldn't a vampire with a soul just brood in peace and
not be dropped into the ocean to save their sorry asses. Well, if the
weights just removed from his ankles were any indication the answer
to that was clearly no. It didn't matter. He had the orders and he
would carry them out and get back to his life-- whatever and however
little a life it was. He starts to turn the wheel then he pops open
the door. What he sees freezes him to a complete halt, Spike with
short slicked back black hair. *Oh,god it's Spike * he keeps
repeating but nothing comes out.

Spike hears the bulkhead creaking. He's been loitering around
waiting to see if the door would open, and he sticks his head
inside. He is stunned for a moment, as he sees his Sire standing
there--short hair, modern clothes--but definitely Angelus. He feels
a surge of arousal and fierce joy. "Angelus!" he says, just a little
too liltingly. Then his tone becomes properly snarky. "They'll let
*anyone* in here."

Spike turns around after that, and Angel follows behind, still too
shocked for words. Apparently he is still responsive to his boy's
drawl, if the twitch in his slacks was a clue. He ignores it and just
follows closely behind. He has a job to do, and even though he is
extremely happy to see his boy he can't let it take him over. He
needs to see who is alive and get this sub back.

Spike stalks ahead. This damned foul boat. The stink of so many
packed so close together, and now the overwhelming smell of blood and
dead people, made it impossible to distinguish smells at all. He
should've known Angelus was behind that door. He stops and whirls
around to speak to Angelus. "Of all the bloody faces I expected to
see down 'ere."

Angel halts and finally has a chance to look Spike over. "You're a
Nazi?"

Spike is confused. "What?" He looks down at his outfit, the sleek
black leather and the dark uniform shirt and pants
underneath. "Oh. I just ate one. So, they got you too, eh?"

Angel just nods, but inwardly he is cringing. He knows his boy is
still a killer, and though he has a soul now he can't bring himself
to hate Spike as he should.

"They nabbed me in Madrid." *Best not to tell the whole truth. He's
probably still a little sensitive on the subject of Dru. Play the
fool for him. He always liked that.* "Sneaky bastards, the SS.
Don't ever go to a free virgin blood party. Turns out, it's probably
a trap. "

Angel is taken back to the past, to the silly things his Will would
do and would have to explain. He feels the need to make sure he
heard right. "You were captured at a free virgin blood party?"

"I know. Who'd've thought? One minute I'm trying to figure out why
all the virgins look like Goebbels, the next minute I'm stuck on a
box in this cursed ship." He turns around and starts walking down
the corridor. *Still no respect for me, if he thinks I'd actually do
that. Typical, though.* "Feel better knowing they got you too.
Can't say I'm surprised. From our company it looks like they're
rounding up the baddest of the bad." He pauses at another bulkhead.

"You'll have to introduce me." Angel says as he waits for Spike to
resume

Spike looks over at his Sire's face. He has much better things he'd
rather be doing right now, but he is still just a little bound to
follow orders. "Of course. But, I gotta warn you, uh, they're a bit
stiff." He whirls the wheel to open the hatch.

They enter the main control room. Standing there is a tall bearded
gentleman dressed in red velvet, and a hunched, wizened creature with
long nails dressed in shapeless black.

Spike gestures towards them. "Angelus, this is Nostroyev, Prince of
Lies.
Nostroyev, Prince of Lies, this is Angelus. *The * Angelus." Spike
can't keep out an undeniable note of pride about his Sire out of his
voice.

Nostroyev speaks. "Angelus, used to be quite a terror back in the
day. Haven't heard much of you lately."

Angel wants to crow with happiness when he hears the note of pride in
Spike's voice. To think, his boy is still proud of him! But he
shakes it when Nostroyev speaks. He crosses his arms across his
chest. "Haven't heard much of you, *ever*."

Nostroyev puffs out his chest. "Nostroyev! Scourge of Siberia! And
butcher of Alexander Palace."

"Sorry." Angel says

"I was Rasputin's lover!" blurts out Nostroyev.

Spike looks over at Angel. *Lover. I was Angelus' lover, much more
impressive. But you don't hear *me* name-dropping.*

Angel looks at Spike quickly scanning over him thinking *Lover! The
guy has no concept at all*

Spike quickly interjects, in an apologetic tone, "Uh, look, I broke
these two out just shortly after I got free. Didn't know you were
back there." A look of concern crosses his face. "Would've come for
you as well." His tone is gentle, almost caressing.

He turns back to the others, smiling. In a brash tone, he
says, "Suppose we had our hands full with the sailors, didn't we?"
Loud and prolonged squeaky laughter comes from the Prince of Lies,
then he settles again, hands crossed. "Ehhhhh."

Angel holds back more, still cringing. He needs to know if anyone is
alive. "Anybody still alive up here?"

"Nah, we just finished off the last of them. What about back there?
Save us anything?" Spike asks.

"A couple of men in the torpedo room." Angel says

"Well, what're we waiting for?" Spike says, beginning to swagger
towards the door.

Angel stops Spike by putting his hand in the center of Spike's
chest. His fingers tingle slightly. "No."

Spike feels a bit of electricity at the contact as well. He
stops. "What? "

"We're not killing anymore humans." He pauses. "Well ... not right
now." Angel says to cover up his near flub.

Angel has pulled his arms back across his chest. Spike looks up
defiantly. "Why the hell not?"

" `Cause in case you hadn't noticed, Spike, we're trapped at the
bottom of the ocean."

Spike spits back, still defiant. "Yeah. So?"

The Prince of Lies looks up, puzzled. "We're under water?"

Angel tries to be patient. As long as he could remember, Spike had
always been this way-- stubborn and willful. "So...unless you know
how to operate one of these things, were going to need their help."

Spike leaps over to a set of controls. "Aw, C'mon. How hard could it
be. See, forward, back, up down," He is pressing and moving things
and his last action causes a claxon to sound. The Prince of Lies
covers his ears and hisses.

Angel walks over with a disgusted look on his face and turns the
claxon off.

Nostroyev starts moving forward. "Tell you what. We'll leave one
alive to work the boat." He picks up an axe. "And eat the rest."

"No" Angel says simply.

Spike tries to stave off what will inevitably be a losing
confrontation for the Russian vamp. "Uh, yeah. Probably should warn
you. He likes to pretend he's the boss."

Nostroyev draws himself up and confronts Angel. "You may have made a
name for yourself muscling around weaker vampires…"

Spike is highly insulted. He is not *weaker*. "Hang on!"

Nostroyev continues. "But I am Nostroyev. I will tear you open and
play Coachman, Spare Your Horses on the lute of your entrails. Get
out of my way."

Angel steps aside, then hits Nostroyev, throwing him against the
wall staking him with the wood end of the axe.

"We don't kill the humans till we reach land. Is that clear?"

Spike admires the smooth outburst of violence, and thrills to the
authoritative ring of his Sire's voice, but he has to be his own
snarky self. He raises his hand in a two-fingered obscene gesture,
and says, "Heil Hitler."

Spike watches Angelus as he nurses this crew along. The poor sods
seemed convinced that Angelus wasn't going to hurt them. Angelus
always was a cruel bastard. But if that was his game, Spike was only
too happy to play it. It seemed, however, that it was the only game
Angelus was going to play. All this time cramped into a tiny space
and aside from touching his chest once and grabbing his shoulder to
shove him, he hadn't so much as grabbed an asscheek or anything. He
was beginning to think Angelus no longer desired him---a grim thought
indeed.

Angel looks at Spike, wondering what he is thinking. His Will was
always insecure and this place-- the intense smells-- made it hard
for him to use his vampire senses. He imagined it was worse for
Spike. He looks him over so much was different but still so much was
the same. The cheekbones and the blue eyes that mesmerized him. His
boy is beautiful. Stuck with him now, in this space, soul or not, he
is forced to face up to the fact he missed him greatly and still had
feelings for him.

Spike comes into the room just, unfortunately, too late to see his
Sire's latest bit of violence. But Spike knew the Prince of Lies
must have had some reason to be upset. He looks around and finds the
papers lying on the desk and starts interrogating and menacing the
Nazi, while in full game face. He feels a perverse twinge of
pleasure in Angelus watching him.

Angel, leaning against the wall, keeps a close eye on Spike. He's
there so if Spike tries anything funny he can stop him, but he can't
help feeling a bit proud of his boy taking initiative to get the
answers no matter the way he goes about it.

The answers start to come--an attempt to control vampires. Spike is
furious. But he doesn't translate this into immediate violence.
He's not entirely sure that Angel wouldn't attack him.

Angel finally registers that the testing would include Spike. He
didn't know his boy would be here when he got his orders and was told
what was going on. He gets pissed and tells the Nazi in German to
shut up.

Spike turns around. "You knew?" So Angelus wasn't a helpless captive
after all. Too brilliant to be captured... at least by the Krauts.
But still here, and had to be working some angle. He commends his
sire on his brilliant tactics.

Then he realizes that the Americans must be after the information
too. Fuck Angelus, he'll eat them all!

Angel reaches out and stops Spike from biting into Lawson. "No you
aren't." Then he and Spike get into a argument after a bit Angel
tires of the fight and tells Spike to burn the information.

Spike crows. "Damn Skippy!" and begins burning the research,
singing "God Save the King!".

Then there is chaos. They are surrounded by subs, have to dive, the
torpedo hits, and while Angel and Spike are doing damage control,
Lawson is working on the engine. He is stabbed by the German.

Angel finds Lawson too late, but by Lawson's own admission he knows
he needs him. But that means only one thing he has to turn him. He
feels sick. In 45 years, he made sure he never hurt anyone and now
he has to change a innocent man. He knows he is saving lives and
doing what he was brought here to do, but he can't stop the guilt.
Biting into Lawson's neck, he cuts his wrists and after draining him
to the point of death he feeds him his blood. Lawson drops to the
floor and Angel realizes it will take three days for him to rise and
there's only two days of air. So he thinks coming up with a plan. He
goes back to the men and announces the only option they will be
given. "Ok, Lawson needs three days and you all know we only have two
with air. So that means we have to conserve. There's only one way to
do that and it means you all are going to be drugged and out cold
till this is over. Do you all understand?" The men agree, since
Angel has the authority. Angel drugs them all and they are all
placed in comfortable positions in the control room. After that is
done Angel looks at Spike. "The German stabbed Lawson. He wouldn't
have lived and we need him. So, I turned him. We need three days
for him to rise. I had to lie to get them drugged to conserve air."

"Excellent plan. I still don't know why you're dead set on keeping
them *all* alive. There's at least two who aren't necessary to run
the ship. If we ate them, it'd mean more air for the rest now,
wouldn't it?"

Angel looks at Spike more intently. If he knows his boy, this will
be the constant theme. He has to get his mind off the crew so he can
get them all back safely. And there's only a couple things that will
distract Spike. His pants already beginning to tent as he thinks
about it. He looks him over he puts on his best Sire tone and lets
his eyes glitter with sensual predatory grace. "Come here Will, no
one to distract us now. I have missed you."

Spike looks over, all too ready to be distracted in *just* this way.
He looks down at his Sire's trousers and he rubs up against him,
cupping his hand on Angelus' crotch. "I can feel that," he says,
responding with a smirk. His own rather tight pants are quickly
becoming confining as he hardens.

Angel smiles and grabs Spike's hand. He walks towards where he saw
the Captain's room. Once inside, he pushes Spike up against the
nearest wall, and starts to peel off his clothes.

Spike grins and sighs happily at being handled this way. Now *this*
is Angelus, the Sire he has missed so much. His coat and shirt are
quickly removed, and his sculpted chest comes into view.

Angel scrapes his nails down Spike's chest, causing little blood
rivulets to form. He unhooks Spike's belt, then unzips the trousers
sliding them off. As always, there was no underwear. His boy is
still always prepared for anything at a moment's notice. It makes him
twinge with lust. This was just to keep Spike, distracted but
looking over Spike's naked and still perfect form, Angel feels his
chest rumble and his cock completely hardens. His boy is before him
after all this time, and he cannot deny the pleasure it brings him.
He starts stripping his own clothes off, and when he is also naked he
flips Spike around, pressing himself against him. "Spread your legs
boy."

Spike hisses and moans as the nails scrape into his chest. Perhaps
Angelus will lick at the scratches later, as right now he seems
rather intent on other things. He admires his Sire's naked and
magnificent body before he is flipped around against the wall. He
spreads his legs as he is ordered to. "Yes, Sire."

Angel shivers. It's been so long since he last heard that, and he
can't help feeling the power that comes with it. Spreading his boy's
ass cheeks, he presses his urgent and hard erection against his boy's
tight hole. Leaning over he whispers hotly in his ear, "You can
scream as much as you please Will, no one will hear you." *And
without further warning he plunges his cock inside him groaning and
stilling momentarily.

There is a tearing and a ripping as Angelus moves inside with no
lubrication or preparation, and Spike screams and beats his fists
against the wall. But he has no intention of challenging his Sire,
and he knows he will heal, and that his blood will ease the friction
soon enough.

Angel knows right before he starts his punishing pace that he
should've been easy. But he can't give himself away so easily, and
he cannot find it in himself to be gentle this time. It's been too
long and he missed this too much. Bringing back his hips, he starts
to thrust hard and fast racing towards the pleasure he knows will
surely come it-- always has with Spike.

Spike screams a few times more, then the screams turns to growls and
a deep rumbling purr as the pumping starts to become pleasurable, the
pain just spice on top now. He begins thrusting his hips back. His
own neglected cock is hard and twitching with each thrust.

Coming so close, so soon, Angel can only bring himself to change into
game face and sink his fangs into Spike's neck before he cums over
and over inside his most favored.

Spike cums instantly as the fangs sink into him. It is an exquisite
pleasure too long denied-- 43 years since he last saw his Sire.

Angel pulls out and backs up. Just as quickly as he lost himself in
the feelings he comes back to himself and pins himself to the wall.
All it took to reduce him to act as his former incarnation was his
boy. He rubs his face and his belly wiping the spread blood away.

Spike, still panting unnecessarily from the brutal sex that had just
occurred, turns around and sees Angelus wiping himself. He rushes
over, moving Angelus' hand, and begins to lick him clean, lapping
like a kitten with his slightly roughened tongue.

Angel stops Spike and pulls him up, holding him closely. "Don't,
Will. Just don't. Just let me hold you, all right?"

Spike is confused. Angelus always used to *love* his tongue. But he
relents, letting Angelus hold him. He cuddles in closer.

Angel threads his fingers through Spike's black locks loosening them
his voice is soft when he speaks again. "I hate this hair, I just
thought I should say-- the color and the fact you cut it. I thought I
told you to never cut it ever."

"Yeah, well *you* haven't been around now, 'ave you? And yours is
short as well. No one but artists and poofters have long hair
nowadays, and both tend to get beaten. But if I'm back as your boy,
I promise to grow it to your liking."

Angel hums to show he heard and just lays his head on top of Spike's
breathing him in. He wants to take Spike in and keep him close but he
can't. Spike's a killer. And when this is over he can't stay around
him or he will have to kill him. And he can't kill his beautiful boy
he just can't. "I'm sorry I went away. It was for the best Will."

"How? Leavin' me to take care of crazy Dru? 'Cause with you gone,
Darla left us quick. No family but each other. Why did you leave?"
Spike looks up with injured eyes.

Angel caresses Spike's cheek his heart breaking. "Things beyond my
control, if I stayed.....if I stayed I would've only hurt you more.
Your life would've been in danger of me and I cannot live in a world
you are not a part of."

Spike senses that there are things involved here that his Sire will
not share, and it grieves him. That things can never be the same
again...He starts to pull away from Angelus.

Angel stops him. "Please stay with me, I missed you. I'm asking you
please stay. If you love me stay with me."

"Asking? Angelus asking? I'm your boy, Angelus. You don't have to
ask." Spike turns back to Angelus, and buries his face in the broad
expanse of his chest. "I'm still your boy, aren't I?"

Angel laughs. "The asking is something new I'm trying-- changing
times and all that. And yes my beautiful Will you are still my boy,
always my beautiful boy."

Spike pulls Angelus over towards the bed, backing up until the backs
of his legs are against the bed, and falling backwards, trying to
pull Angelus on top of him.

Angel lands on top of Spike in a ungraceful heap and lifts up with a
smirk. "You be wanting something thing lad?"

Spike chuckles. "Everything. I'm greedy. So what is your next
pleasure? Or do you want me to surprise you?"

Angel smiles. "I always did like your surprises so lets go with that."

Spike pushes Angelus over onto his back. He moves again to start
licking Angelus into hardness. But then he slits a wrist and starts
dripping blood, which he smears onto his thighs. He lays on top on
Angelus, gripping his lubricated thighs as tightly as he can around
his cock, and starts raising and lowering himself, wrapping the cock
in his corded thigh muscles, milking him slowly.

Angel moans and gasps out, "Oh, this is new...but good. New and
good."

Spike chuckles, even as he moans himself. His own cock brushes and
collides with Angelus' cock each time he pulls back, and is rubbed
between their stomachs when he thrusts down. "You asked for a
surprise, Sire."

Angel smiles and manages between moans of enjoyment. "Well, color me
surprised Will...oh, god."

Spike pumps harder. "Still call me Will in the bedroom, I see that
hasn't changed. I kinda like it, though. No one else calls me
Will. It's kinda special. Like this." And he pumps harder and
bears down even tighter on Angelus' cock.

Angel cries out and grips onto Spike's hips. "You're special, so
special Will."

Spike squirms and wiggles and adds a shimmy as he moves up and down,
hoping to bring Angelus to orgasm yet again.

Angel moves desperately now, rubbing himself as much as he can
against Spike, making sure his body connects with Spike's erection
each time he rubs. "So close, Will. Oh, so close."

Spike revels in the feel of Angelus against him. He begins licking
and sucking on Angelus neck, then biting with blunt teeth, as he
moves faster and faster towords climax.

Angel moans deep and arches his neck. "Go on, do it Will. Bite me.
Make me cum."

Spike doesn't question his good fortune. He morphs into game face
and bites down hard, sucking in the sweet nectar of his Sire.

Angel groans out long and hard, bucking, and cums, spilling onto
himself and Spike.

Spike drinks down the blood of his Sire, unable to believe his good
fortune. It is with the greatest reluctance that he stops, and
starts licking the wounds on his neck. He is still hard, no release
yet, but he doesn't care. He just wants to nurse, licking and
sucking on his Sire's neck.

Angel calms down and rolls Spike onto his back. Sitting up, he trails
his hand down his body, grasps his erection, and starts a slow gentle
pace up and down.

Spike whines as Angelus' neck is moved away, but doesn't try to
follow. He knows better than to defy his Sire in bed. He leans
back, gasping and moaning and enjoying the attentions on his cock.

Angel bites the tip on his pointy finger and inserts his finger in
Spike's mouth. "Don't whine. Suck and lick that, Will. Just enjoy
this."

Spike begins nursing on the bleeding finger, licking and sucking and
working it for all he is worth. Angelus is being uncommonly
generous. It must be the long separation.

Angel begins to pump a bit harder and faster increasing the grip
while moving his finger around Spike's mouth.

It didn't take long...Spike was already so near to cumming. The
stimulation and the blood pushed him right over, cumming onto
Angelus' hand and onto his own stomach.

Angel lets go and leans over, licking up all traces of his boy's cum,
and moves up until he is lying beside him on the bed. He starts to
run his fingers through Spike's hair. "So you look good, aside from
the hair. How's Drusilla?"

salustra26: Spike raises an eyebrow. "Dru's fine, crazy as ever, but
that's nothing new. We get along."

"You're a good boy for being with Drusilla, William. She needs you."

"Yeah, I'm a good boy. I sodding missed you, Angelus. Why did you
leave?"

Angel caresses Spike's cheek. "You already asked me that, and it
doesn't matter I'm here now and you're with me. I wanna just be with
you. Come now, give me a kiss."

Spike melts his body close up against Angelus as he kisses him,
tenderly, then fiercely. He can taste his own taste in Angelus'
mouth.

Angel keeps the kiss going for a while, then he pulls back and
smiles. "You still taste so nice."

"Do I now? So what is your next pleasure? Or do you just want to
lie here and hold me for a while?" Spike starts licking and sucking
along Angelus' exposed neck.

Angel stretches his neck a bit further and reaches down. He brings
Spike's one leg around his hip, tilting Spike's ass to his
erection. "Lower yourself down then rock, and you can lick all you
like."

Spike lowers himself carefully onto his Sire's massive cock. He is
still sore, but at least he is still slick from the earlier
invasion. He loves licking his Sire's neck...or indeed, any part his
Sire would allow him to lick. He loves the musky taste and tender
feel of his skin. He loves the sensation of licking and sucking.

Angel groans when he is completely lowered onto him. Deep inside his
boy was always his most favorite place to be. So tight and perfect
like it was just for him and no one else. He leans into the
licks. "Are you still mine?"

"Yes....I have always been yours. Your boy. No one else's. Damn,
I've thought about you every single day you've been gone. Thought
about you when I've been with Dru. She thinks about you too, all the
time, it's Daddy this and Daddy that."

"I miss you all so much sometimes. But you're better off without me,
Will. You and Drusilla, you have to know that. But I miss you so
much, my beautiful boy-- the way you feel, the taste of you, the
smell. I dream of you all the time," Angel says as he thrusts ever so
gently back and forth.

"I want to be with you, damnit. Not Dru. I want you. I want to be
yours, just yours." Rash words, he knows, but he cannot stop himself
from saying them.

Angel almost sheds a few tears. He wants it to so much. But he just
can't, no matter what. He knows he can't explain to his boy. He
can't risk Spike flipping out in this submarine, so he just presses
his fingers against his lips and kisses them and thrusts a bit
deeper.

Spike swallows his disappointment. He's pushed too hard. His Sire
doesn't want him back, just wants to use him for now because he is
here. Well, he doesn't intend to waste it. He twists slightly and
bears down with his muscles, flexing and releasing, milking Angelus'
cock.

Angel moans and pushes a bit deeper. He sees the look of
disappointment and leans over Spike's ear and whispers. "I know what
you're thinking, Will. Don't think that, my little one. Can't you
feel how much you mean to me? I need you so much."

"It doesn't make any sense, Angelus. You say you want me, I feel
you inside me, but you don't want to keep me. You won't tell me
why. What could it possibly be?"

"Something bigger than you or me, Will. I can't tell you, my little
one. Please just be with me. Don't question me. Just touch me, my
beautiful boy. I wanna remember, not stress. Please, William, just
leave it be."

*Just leave it be. So this was all there would be. Three days was
too damn short for this. Damn, damn, damn.* He runs his hands over
Angelus' body, trying to rememorize the feel of his skin, the
muscles, the curves.

Angel is groaning now and his eyes are squeezed shut. He can't bear
looking at Will, with his facial expressions of heartbreak he knows
he will see when he looks deep down. So he just concentrates on the
feeling inside and out of himself-- just thrusting and angling his
hips.

Spike thrusts back. He lowers his mouth, licking again, up and down
the neck, then nibbling along the collarbone.

Angel begins to pant and sets his head on top of Spike's mouthing 'I
Love You' over and over. He can't say the words out loud-- for so
many reasons-- but he can't stop himself from mouthing them. He never
cared for anyone like his boy, despite what his demon claimed.

Spike tries hard not to think, just to feel. So little time, and he
refuses to waste it in regret. There will be too much of that when
this time is over. He concentrates on the sensations, on Angelus'
cock deep within him, on the feel of his skin, on the comfort of
sucking and licking, on the curves of his body. He thrusts harder,
rocking and grinding his hips.

Angel pushes down on Spike's lower back and he goes in as deep as he
can go. His voice rasps and rumbles his, body freezing, except for
his now hammering hips driving towards ecstasy. "Oh, god. So close,
so close Will." Angel reaches between them and grasps Spike's
erection. tugging on it hard and fast.

Spike thrusts back, and moans long and loud as he feels Angelus' hand
on him. He moves his mouth to a nipple and sucks and bites with
blunt teeth.

Angel pumps harder and cums, spilling into Spike. "Oh,god, Will! So
good."

Spike cums shortly after. "God, I love the feel of your hand on me.
You have the sexiest damn hands...."

Angel wraps his arms around Spike flips him around so he is spooning
his back. Running his hands all over Spike's chest, and rubbing his
head in his hair, he says. "Well, they're good for some things. Rest
with me now. We have two days to be together."

*Oh God. I love being handled like that, like a ragdoll in his
arms.* "Yes, Sire." He purrs, a slight rumble in his chest, and
slowly falls asleep.

Angel stays up for a long time after, just watching Spike breathe
even though he doesn't need to, just as he has always done. He drops
deeper into sadness. He had always thought he had sunk as deep as he
could, but he hasn't come close. Here in his boy's arms, now, in the
deep depths of the ocean, Angel knows the full measure of sadness and
pain. He closes his eyes finally, one tear trickling down his face,
and falls into a restless slumber.

Spike wakes up and for a long while just rests, comfortable in
Angelus' arms. Then he wiggles out, and goes to wash himself. No
power for a shower, but he gets enough water to sponge off and get
clean. He wets a washcloth and soaps it and goes to start cleaning
Angelus as he sleeps.

Angel opens one eye and smiles slightly. It seemed Spike would never
grow out of doing things for him, no matter how he held things or
treated him. It was sad, but also so touching his heart wanted to
beat so it could break again. He opens his eyes and looks down at
Spike. "Good morning, Will. Sleep good?"

"Excellently. Very soothing." Spike finishes scrubbing him and
brings over another wet washcloth to clean off the soap. "And
yourself?"

"Better than most days, so I guess good. Was good to have you in my
arms again. You smell good. You must've cleaned up before you came
out to clean me, then. I could've done it, you know."

"Yes, I know. But then I wouldn't have had an excuse to manhandle
you while you were sleeping. Besides, you used to like this."

Angel props his arm behind his head. "I still do, Will. And if you
want to touch me, you do not need a excuse. You can touch me
whenever you please."

"You *say* that, but I can remember times when you've used it as an
excuse to beat me. Of course, I think any excuse would've done."

Angel winces and sits up. He takes the rag, placing it with the
other. Then he swings his legs over the edge of the bed and rubs his
face roughly.

"What? Should I not have mentioned it? You can beat me now if you
want. I have two days to heal before the anchovies see me."

Angel turns around and covers Spike's mouth. He gives him a look as
if he said he wanted to join a convent, his body shaking. "Will,
don't be stupid and say things like that do you understand me?"

Spike's eyes wide, he nods. *Not sure what I said to upset him, but
no sense in contradicting him.*

Angel removes his hand and nods. "Are you hungry?"

"After all those sailors? Not bad. But I thought we weren't going
to eat any of the others."

Angel nods. "We aren't, Will." Angel tilts his neck and points to
it. "Now are you sure?"

Spike purrs loudly. "Oh. That's a different kettle of fish, then.
Always hungry for you." He shifts into game face and moves in,
pausing to look up for permission.

Angel cups the back of Spike's head and cradles him to his neck. "Go
on then, little one."

Spike sinks in his fangs, quickly sucking to catch every precious
drop of blood. He knows better than to drink much, and he quickly
licks the wound closed. He bares his own neck. "And yourself?"

Angel nods, and comes forward, tilting Spike's head back and
stretching his neck just so. Changing into his game face, he lowers
his fangs into Spike's neck. He takes about as much blood and pulls
back and licks the wound closed. "Thank you."

"My pleasure...most definitely." Spike stretches like a cat. "So
what is your pleasure?"

Angel leans against the wall. "What's yours?"

Spike looks up and down Angelus' muscled body. "This is a test,
right? I'm here to do your pleasure. I'm your boy. My pleasure is
secondary at best. That's how you taught me."

Angel shakes his head and tries again. "Forget what I told you, I
said what's yours?"

"Oh, fine, if you're playing with me, then I'd like you to suck me
off." He braces himself to be backhanded for insolence.

Angel pushes off the wall, and walks to Spike. He is kissing him,
then slowly moving down his neck, then to his chest, moving his way
down, til he is on his knees before Spike's semi-hard erection. He
looks up at Spike's face, making sure he is looking at him.

Spike is breathing hard. He can't believe what seems to be about to
happen. *Can't be true. He's going to bite it or something, teach
me a proper lesson.* But he can't tear his eyes away from Angelus'.

"Good boy. No looking away, keep looking at me." *He brings his
mouth closer then, and starts licking up the length slowly in long
strips.

Spike's cock quickly comes to full hardness. *As if I could think
about looking away.* He moans softly.

Angel keeps licking for awhile, watching his boy's face scrunch and
flex. Then he moves up the length, and slowly engulfs the head.
Reaching up, he grabs one of Spike's hands, brings it behind his
head, and lays it there.

Spike's eyes get wider still. He lets Angelus' mouth rest where it
is, but then slowly starts pulling him forward, praying that is what
Angelus' means for him to do.

Angel groans his approval, and slides down his boy's length til it is
totally seated inside his mouth and throat. Then he squeezes Spike's
fingers in his hair and lets go. Now he will let his boy set the
pace, direct him.

*Damn. He really means it. There's got to be something coming.*
But he starts pulling back gently, then forward, at a good steady
pace, just savoring the first-ever feel of his Sire's mouth engulfing
his cock.

Angel relaxes his throat and lets Spike control the pace, just
reveling in the taste and feel and the surrender.

Spike maintains the steady pace as long as he can stand, til his hips
start jerking of their own accord, then he starts pulling and pushing
faster.

Angel rides it out. Then when Spike pushes in, he sucks in his cheek
and swallows. He knows he likes this when Spike does it, so he tries
it out.

Spike shudders. "Oh, fuck, Angelus..." and he is barely holding his
control. Too much more and he will simply start face-fucking Angelus
and he's *sure* that won't go over well.

Angel swallows again and again, trying to push Spike, wanting him to
take what he wants.

Spike holds out as long as he can, but then totally loses control,
grabbing Angelus' head with both hands as he fucks wildly, bucking
hard into his mouth.

Angel rides it out and lowers his teeth, scraping lightly, and
keeping up his strong swallowing motions.

Spike howls and cums, shooting seed into Angelus' mouth, unable to
resist after the additional stimulation of teeth.

Angel slowly releases Spike's spent cock from his mouth, and sits
back on his heels, licking over his swollen lips, a contented look on
his face.

Spike reaches down and strokes' Angelus face. "That is the most....I
don't know what to say."

Angel leans his face into Spike's head, kissing it. "Don't have to
say anything-- except another pleasure you may have or want?"

"Are you serious? I mean, really, really serious?" Spike says. He
knows what he wants but is desperately afraid to ask, still expecting
some incredible punishment.

Angel stands and nods. "I said so, didn't I? Now come on Will, tell
me."

Spike stands up and walks around behind Angel, cupping his ass in his
hands, stroking and massaging. "I want to be inside you."

Angel can't help the shiver, or the remnants of Angelus that scream
the wrongs in this desire, but Angel swallow them down and says only
one word. "How?"

"You, on your stomach on the bed, me behind and on top of you."
Spike is shivering too, not believing this moment is actually
happening. He wets a finger in his mouth and works it inside of
Angel's ass as he stands.

"Ok." Angel says, and shivers again as he feels Spike's finger. He
goes over and lays on the bed on his stomach as instructed.

"Just a minute." He goes tearing around, looking for something to
use for lubrication. He is *not* going to do this half-assed. He
finds a bottle of lotion, and moves back over to the bed. He begins
working the lotion into Angel, using one finger, and then two.

Angel stretches out his palms on the bed, and starts to try to get
used to the invasion.

Spike thrusts the two fingers, stretching, as he applies lotion to
his hardened cock with the other hand. He cannot trust his luck or
his control too long, though, and he moves behind Angelus and begins
to push the head of his cock up against the rosebud. He pushes
harder and harder til the muscle gives way and he is inside.

Angel cries out and digs his fingers into the bedding, letting his
body adjust.

Spike is almost overwhelmed. Angelus is so tight. This is so wrong
and yet so wonderful. He pushes in deeper, a bit at a time, letting
Angelus accustom himself to the sensation, til he is sunk in to the
root. Then he starts pumping, slowly. *God, it's like being encased
in bands of silk. If he kills me after this it will be worth it.*

Angel relaxes totally and starts to push back ever so slightly.

Spike notices this. *A good sign. He's enjoying it, then.* He
thrusts a little harder and a little deeper, slowly picking up the
pace.

Angel, who is beginning to pant, keeps pushing back.

Spike reaches under and starts stroking Angel's cock as he picks up
his own pace yet again, thrusting harder, nearing his climax. He
angles down hard, hitting the prostate with every stroke.

Angel screams, the sensation is too much. He cums into Spike's hand
and pumping back harder his muscles tightening.

Spike cums then too, shooting deep within Angel, thrust deep within
him. He stays until he begins to soften, and then pulls out. He
lays down next to Angelus and strokes his face.

Angel lays still and just kisses Spike's fingertips. "Was it
everything you dreamed it would be?"

"And more. I never more than dared to dream it would ever happen.
Dominant vampires just don't *do* that. Why did you let me?"

"Just like the please thing I'm trying new things out. Is there
anything else you ever wanted that I denied you Will?"

*God he's planning to leave me forever. I'm never going to see him
again. There can't be any other reason for this.* "Only one thing.
But I already know I can't have it."

Angel tries to put a smile on his face. "I know you want that Will,
but I also think there's something else you have wanted. Did ya not
ever want me to tell you I loved you, Will?"

Spike closes his eyes and rolls away from Angelus. "Don't tease me.
I know you hate the idea of love."

Angel comes up behind Spike, and molds himself to him, whispering. "I
said I was not teasing or playing with you. That hasn't changed.
Now answer me, William. Did you not ever want me to tell you?"

Spike rolls over to face Angelus. "Only every day."

Angel nods, and rubs his nose against Spike's. "Do you want me to
tell you? If I do I promise I'll mean it."

*Yes. It'll break my heart but I want to hear it.* "Yes. Please.
I want to hear it."

Angel pulls back, so Spike can see his face totally. He reaches up,
caressing his face softly in his hands. "I love you, Will. I will
always love you."

Spike's face breaks then, as he starts crying. "I love you,
Angelus. How can you do this to me?"

Angel pulls Spike close, caressing and rubbing, from his hair to the
middle of his back, over and over. "Shush, it's ok my little one.
You do it to me and I do it to you. Evens out. No crying. It's ok.
Shush, my precious. It's ok."

"I've never left you. Never! How can you do this, tell me you love
me, what I've want to hear ever since the first time I saw you, when
you are just going to leave me again?"

"Not leaving, Will. The feelings-- we both can't help the feelings--
and as for leaving you, I can't help it. You have to understand,
William, I can't let you. I want you safe and happy. You won't be
that with me."

"You keep saying that but you won't explain. There's someone else,
isn't there?"

Angel nods, unable to lie. He can answer this question. "Yes,
something else-- but you can't know. It all falls under the keeping-
you-safe stuff. You have to listen to me, and trust I am doing the
right thing here, no matter how we feel."

*No regret, not now, remember? Stop crying, you great poofter, or
maybe he'll get disgusted and not want to touch you for what little
time you have left.* Spike chokes back his tears and stops crying,
just lying quietly in Angelus' arms.

"I love you, Will. No matter where I am that will never change. Roll
over on your side for me my beautiful boy."

Spike rolls over as Angelus instructs, a good obedient boy.

Angel trails his hand down to Spike's leg and lifts it over his. He
settles his cock in between Spike's buttocks. He reaches down with
his hand, grasps Spike's cock gently, and starts to pump softly and
slowly. Then he rocks his hips slightly against Spike's ass, up and
down the crease.

Spike shivers. It feels so good, so right, like this. He moves a
hand down to touch Angelus' hand on his cock, feeling the powerful
muscles and tendons of his hand. He rubs his ass against Angelus.

"You're my home, little one. No matter what, you've always been my
home. I had no home before you, and I'll have no other. You carry
this knowledge and you'll never be without me," Angel says and kisses
Spike's head, still thrusting up and down the crease and pumping
Spike's cock.

Spike is moved almost to tears again, but holds them back. *How can
he say this to me and still leave me? Damn him. Damn him to hell.*
He rides the sensations, letting his body respond to the oh-so-
familiar touch, smelling the soft musky smell of his Sire, feeling
the play of muscles against his back.

Angel pumps a bit faster on Spike's erection. The precum has slicked
his hands and his pumps are smoother and silkier. And Spike's
buttocks and crease are also covered in Angel's precum. He slides
without much effort up and down. When he reaches the pucker, he
gently nudges but does not penetrate.

Spike puts his hand around Angelus' as best he can, and tightens his
grip. And he moans, loud, when Angelus' cock head touches his
pucker. He is already healed mostly from the day before.

Angel shivers at the moan. He loves to hear his boy's pleasure,
always had. He whispers in his ear. "You want me inside you, you put
me there. Control the situation, Will, make it yours."

Spike impales himself on Angelus' cock at the next downthrust. No
lubrication, so it hurts some, but the precum helps a bit. He
wriggles, slowly, down onto the massive cock.

Angel groans. "Oh, Will you make me so happy. You feel so good."

Spike is now all the way down onto the cock. "Take me, please,
Angelus. Ravish me please."

"How do you want it, my beautiful boy? However you want. Just tell
me."

"Hard and fast. Take me. I want to feel you in me deep."

Angel nods and takes a firm hold on Spike's hip. He starts to hammer
and jack his hips, hard and fast, pushing as deep as he can go each
time and hitting his boys prostate.

Spike moans and pushes hard back against Angelus, savoring the feel
of being possessed. He twists his arms up behind him, pinning them
between their bodies. Not quite the same as being held down, but it
would have to do.

Angel presses himself tighter to Spike, effectively pinning his arms,
and keeps up his frantic and hard pace. He tugs harder and tighter on
Spike's erection now too with firm long strokes.

Spike is close to going over the edge. He squirms, feeling the
helpless feeling. A few more strokes and he comes, hard, his entire
body bucking and thrashing in its tight confines.

Angel cums in a quiet gasp inside his boy, but he doesn't pull out.
He lets the fluids drip out, but stays firmly encased, just holding
and stroking Spike's side. "I never want to be out of you, I always
want to stay."

Spike pants, trying to focus again. "Then stay. Just hold me like
this and stay."

"Are you uncomfortable?"

"Hell no. I like this. You remember, you used to hold me like this
for hours--only sometimes really tightly bound. This is familiar,
and comfortable."

"Ok, I remember I just wanted to be sure. I didn't give you a lot of
choices before. I did what I wanted, and I never cared how you
felt," Angel says as he strokes Spike's tummy in tiny circles.

"So why now? I'm your boy, Angelus. You don't have to considerate
of my feelings. I'm ready to do what you command."

"Because, William, what I want is to consider what I never had
before." Angel sighs. "I wonder how much time has passed. Being
underwater doesn't really hand you the clues."

"Clock on the wall, Angelus. Look over there."

Angel looks up and groans at his own slip of wit. "Never mind.
Sometimes the potato farmer aspect comes out. Well, most of the day
already gone and we did barely anything with it. Did I ever mention
I hate time? And how messed up does that sound since I have a
eternity of it?"

"We slept too long. This damn pressure, messes up the senses, dulls
them, makes you sleepy. What do you want to do now?"

"Well-- in a submarine that is deep underwater. That limits us. So
if I said more sex, does that make me sound perverse or like a
deviant?"

Spike chuckles. "I was hoping you'd say that. Kinda figured we'd be
having sex til we were needed again. Hope that doesn't make me sound
presumptuous or conceited."

Angel chuckles. "No, that makes you a very smart boy with a very
delicious body. Climb on top of me, I want you to ride me."

Spike does as instructed, climbing astride Angelus, and slowly
lowering himself onto Angelus' cock. He is still slick from before,
so this is easy. He places his hands on Angelus' chest, stroking and
playing with his nipples as he begins to move up and down.

Angel smiles, the feeling delicious, and his joy infectious. He
brings his hands to Spike's hips and thrusts back slightly. "This has
always been a favorite."

"I remember." Spike says. He bends all the way forward for a
moment, kissing Angelus, then sits back up to ride some more.

Angel moans and takes Spike's erection back in his hands, just
letting Spike buck into and out of his hand on each stroke. "You're
so beautiful, Will. And you feel so good."

"Is that why you wanted me, all those years ago? Because I was
beautiful?"

Angel nods. "Yes, but there was always more, despite what I kept
telling myself. I wanted to believe it was just your body that I
wanted to use for my pleasure, but it was always a lie."

"So why did no one else see it? There was never anyone before you
and Dru. I was always rejected."

"Because you hid, behind glasses and shaggy hair and words. You were
so precious and innocent, I wanted you so much to break you and
change you, but I also wanted to keep you just the same."

Spike moves up and down faster and harder. "So you settled on
breaking me?"

"I bent it, so it always looked like breaking, but sometimes I just
broke `cause I could, `cause it excited me--your pain and your
pleasure." Angel starts to feel the pressure build and starts to pump
his hips harder.

"You know those words control me, don't you. 'My beautiful boy'.
Because I could never really believe I was beautiful." He is riding
very fast now, and squeezing down on Angelus' cock.

"You are, oh goddamn it, Will. You're so beautiful. You're my
beautiful boy, inside and out. You're mine! My beautiful boy."

Spike comes, moaning and gasping, and drops hard down onto Angelus'
cock.

Angel cums with a loud gutteral moan, and jacks his hips, hammering,
until he comes down off his high. He slowly lowers his hips and
relaxes into the cot totally.

Spike slumps forward on him, still holding Angelus' cock inside him.

Angel still panting rubs up Spike's back.

Spike lies still for a long time, just resting his head on Angelus'
broad chest. He speaks at last. "Are you wanting that innocent boy
back? Is that why you call me Will?"

Angel is quiet for a few minutes, then speaks softly. "Sometimes I
do, I miss the shy looks, and when you would stare then look away the
minute I turned to you. Nothing was as alluring as you when you was
new and innocent to our world. I miss the glasses and voice. So
sometimes I do, yeah."

Spike's eyes sparkle. "So what will you give me if I pretend to be
him for you?"

Angel looks at Spike affectionately. "What do you want?"

Spike squirms. "Tie me up. Let me pretend to be the blushing virgin
again and all unwilling..."

"That's all tie you up and you're my William again totally while we
play?"

"Yes. Even got the glasses in the Nazi coat."

Angel nods and stands up, leaving the room. A few minutes later, he
returns, holding up some rope he found. "You'll even fight me?"

Spike licks his lips. "Oh god yes. I was hoping you'd ask me to."

Angel wraps the rope around his hand a few times and starts to walk
forward. "Then get ready to fight."

"Don't you want me to have the glasses?" Spike scrambles over to the
coat and retrieves them, putting them on. His whole face changes,
and he seems to soften. He runs his fingers through his already
mussed hair, causing it to curl. His voice comes out, the accent
soft and genteel. "Angelus? What're you doing with that rope?"

Angel smiles, and it turns into a evil grin, his whole body changing.
He comes closer still. "What does it look like, Willie boy?"

"W-w-what did I do?" He starts looking around, panicked, and runs
towards the door.

Angel grasps Spike around the waist, and pushes his front against the
door, stretching his arms behind him. "You tempt me boy, don't act
like you dinna know William."

Spike begins to struggle hard, twisting and turning and trying to
break free.

Angel pushes hard in the middle of Spike's back and tsk's. Then he
ties his wrists together and spins him back around, loosening more
rope from around his hand. "We're going to go to bed, Will. Doesn't
that sound nice?"

Spike flexes his arms, trying to loosen the ropes, and also keeps
struggling. He kicks up, trying to bring his knee into contact with
Angelus' crotch. "No, you are a deviant, Angelus."

Angel laughs cruelly and brings Spike's body flush against his. He
whispers in his ear, "That's right, my beautiful boy, I am. And
you're my new plaything. Now quit struggling and walk with me to the
bed." Angel pushes Spike forward then towards the bed.

Spike struggles a bit as he stumbles but he ends up face down on the
bed nonetheless as Angelus pushes him forward.

Angel crawls over Spike's form and pulls his arms above his head,
tying them securely to the bedposts. Then he slowly licks down his
back, stopping to nip and bite every once in a while. Then he sits
up on his haunches. "Pull. I need to test, lad. Try to get away
from me."

Spike pulls hard, and the rope holds firmly. "I'm tied up securely.
Now stop this little game. I know you're just trying to scare me,
Angelus."

Angel laughs and brings his hands down, cupping and tugging roughly
all over Spike's skin. "Oh, my boy I'm gonna do much more than scare
you."

"N-n-n-no....you can't mean it. That's unnatural. It's a crime
against God." Spike trembles. This is so close to old memory he is
almost feeling it as he plays it.

Angel lets his demon out enough for his growl to be low and his voice
to drop and be a tad bit more menacing. "I will be your only god
after this Willie boy, and I will enjoy every minute of teaching you
a new religion. Now be a good lad, and tilt that pretty ass up my
way. I wish to look more carefully at my property."

"No. I'm not going to make this easy for you, Angelus." Spike
flexes his asscheeks and pushes down as flat as he can into the bed.

Angel growls and grabs Spike's hair and tilts his neck back
harshly. "William, I see Drusilla spends entirely too much time
spoiling you. I have to pick up those pieces. Now let's try again.
Tilt...your...pretty...ass...up so I can look at it closely. I will
not ask again."

"No!" Spike screams. His cock is getting hard quickly with the
harsh treatment.

Angel brings his hand down and smacks Spike's one asscheek harshly.
Then he shoves one hand under Spike's body, heaving his ass in the
air. And then he leans over and bites into the other unsmacked cheek,
just barely breaking the skin.

Spike screams as his ass is hit. Spike's cock jumps, and he nearly
comes then and there. This is too intoxicating. His bitten ass
starts to ooze blood. He trembles.

Angel rasps his tongue over the bite marks, licking every drop of
blood till his saliva heals the holes. Then he spreads the cheeks
and gasps softly, "Oh, William, you're so pretty."

"How can you say that-- look at me like that? THIS IS WRONG!" He
shouts in a tremulous voice.

Angel holds the ass cheeks apart, licks slowly up the crease then
back down, and dips his tongue against the indentation till it breaks
through. And he removes it. "It doesn't feel wrong, lad. It feels
and tastes very right."

Spike whimpers pitifully. "Stop. Please stop." But he is sounding
less convincing.

Angel sits up, covers his body over Spike's, and kisses his shoulder
blades. "You dinna mean it, William. You know you want me. I see
you stare at me. You think I don't know just `cause when I look at
you, you look away. No, lad, I see you and I also see my effect on
you." Angel trails his hand to Spike's cock and rubs it up and down
slowly. "See, if this was such a sin, my beautiful good boy, would
you be so hard from it?"

"Shouldn't be. You've done something to me, mesmerized me or
something. This shouldn't be happening." Spike moans as Angelus
rubs his cock, remembering how it felt the first time, feeling it
fresh again.

Angel tsk's. "Wrong again, William. I also hear you in your room at
night or in the bathroom, stroking and pleasuring yourself. You are
crying out not Dru's but my name. I dinna mesmerize you. I simply
gave you something you could not deny. You love me, Will. Just tell
me so and we can be together. I promise I will make it good for you."

He flushed. He remembered doing that, touching himself, thinking of
Angelus. It had been so shameful for him, and then Angelus used it,
made him admit his shame. "I-I-I...I love you, Angelus. God help
me, but I do."

Angel kisses Spike's back and brings his fingers to Spike's pucker
and whispers. "And you want me, don't you Will?"

Spike lets out a long whine ending in a whimper. "Yes, I do. I want
you."

Angel pushes two fingers through the muscle penetrating and groaning
aloud. "Oh, you wonderful boy. You're so tight, so perfect."

Spike whimpers and moans. "I am?"

"Oh, yes, you're so perfect. And you're goin' ta be mine after this
moment. You'll know it for sure. But I've always known, Will. I knew
you would do anything for me-- love me, worship me," He lowers his
voice seductively, "be my whore and mine alone. You want that don't
you."

"Yes...I want to be yours...want to be your wh-whore." *Damn he
always loved being called that.*

Angel shivers, removes his finger, and places himself at Spike's
entrance. "Say it again, Will. Tell me you're my whore."

"I'm your whore." He whispers softly.

Angel moans softly, "Tell me you want me inside you."

Spike gives a long moaning sigh. "Oh god I want you inside me."

Angel pushes some, and breaks through the muscle. He stops, his voice
shaky and needy. "Beg Will, beg me."

"Please Angelus please god take me, be in me." Spike whines.

Angel trembles and pushes all the way inside, seating himself and
stilling his body, shaking worse. "Oh, god Will. You wonderful,
fucking boy! You feel so damn good."

Spike screams, pretending to be a plundered virgin. "Ohgod ohgod
ohgod" He keeps squeezed down, nice and tight.

Angel sits up and grabs his hips, "Fuck back on me my pretty whore,
show me you love it."

Spike moves back as much as his bonds will allow, moaning and
whimpering. "Yes...Angelus."

"Will, if I let you go, will you be a good boy?"

"Yes, Angelus, I promise to be a good boy." *Damn, I like being tied
up. But Willie boy would promise anything to get untied.*

Angel reaches up and releases the rope from the bedpost, but keeps
Spike's wrists tied. "Turn around, Will. Straddle me and don't lift
off me."

Luckily Spike is very bendable and lithe. He moves carefully around,
straddling Angelus, and never losing contact. "Is that good,
Angelus?" he asks innocently.

Angel nods. He tilts Spike back so he is half bent back but not
uncomfortably so, then starts back up his pace. "Oh, this is very
good, my beautiful boy, you feel so good, so tight just for me."

Spike inwardly applauds his Sire's inventiveness. This posture made
him tighter on Angelus' cock. "Ohgod yes!"

"My sweet boy, my little one so precious," Angel says as he angles
his thrusts, so they go deep and hard.

Spike purrs and whimpers and moans as he rides the thrusts.

Angel moans and thrusts faster, his voice harsh. "Tell me you love
it, Will. Being too quiet for a whore."

"Oh god yes..I love it, I love it. I'm a dirty little whore for
you. I love this."

Angel tugs on the rope, and Spike's back arches a bit more. He pants
and breathes harshly. "You wonderful little whore-- god, fuck… gonna
cum, gonna fill you so full of me you'll never be able to wash me
out."

Spike whimpers again. "Yes, yes...I want you to fill me. I belong
to you now. No one else."

Angel growls possessively and changes into game face, pumping
furiously now that he is so close. "You're mine! Say it."

"I'm yours. Only yours." Spike says. *Oh god yes I am. Only he
won't keep me.*

Angel growls, "Good!!" Then he plunges into Spike's neck, biting
into it and cumming instantly when the blood hits the back of his
throat.

Spike cums as he is bit, spurting all over his stomach. *If only he
were actually claiming me.* He moans and shudders and shakes as
Angelus drinks from him.

Angel retracts his fangs, and shakes off his game face. Then he
releases Spike's wrists, sitting him up, his softening cock still in
him, laying his head on his chest. "See? Play time can be fun."

Spike purrs happily. "Yes. Glad you enjoyed it." He takes off the
glasses and sets them on the bedside table.

Angel nods and picks up the glasses, turning them around in his
hands. "I never needed glasses. Are you far sighted or near sighted?"

"Near sighted. Not too bad, but enough to need the glasses to
read."

Angel hums. He opens them and places them on his face. They are a
bit tiny, but fit just barely. "What you think?"

"Definitely *not* you, Angelus. I still don't see why you fancy me
in them."

Angel takes them off and sets them back down. He reaches up and
caresses Spike's cheek. "They make you my innocent boy all over
again. And it lets me go to a different time and place, not to
mention it makes me harder than steel."

"Well, if that's the case, I'll have to wear them more often." Spike
smirks. "You mean, if I just put them on like this..." and he slips
them back on, "and talk real posh like this," slipping back into the
accent, "it makes you harder than steel?"

Angel hardens instantly inside Spike and thrusts. "That answer your
question?"

"Yes!" Spike yelps. "Apparently it works really well."

Angel's eyes flicker to gold, then back. "And when you said naughty
little things with your pretty little accent that helps it along.
But, you know, no pressure."

"Oh, you mean like 'fuck me hard, I'm your little whore, take me' "
Spike says in a innocent breathy tone.

Angel lets his eyes flash again. He flips Spike on his stomach and
enters him swiftly. "Yes, exactly like that William."

"Whore, whore, wanton little whore, taking it up the ass from the big
bad Angelus," Spike says in a singsongy teasing tone.

Angel growls and pumps hard and fast, gripping Spike's hips. "Fuck
yes, my pretty little whore, god yes."

"Harder, Sire, don't hold back. I'm your whore, treat me like one."

Angel falters-- for only one second-- then he remembers that it's
only little games they play, and starts a ruthless and punishing
pace, intent on his orgasm and his alone. If Spike is to feel like
his whore, then he has to be treated as one. "You like this huh?"

"Yes!" He is being torn apart pleasantly from the inside. The
friction against his prostate is exquisite. He is drawing closer and
closer to orgasm as Angelus fucks him. "Yes! Your little whore
loves this!"

Angel growls and pounds so hard and so deep, he swears he is gonna
come out of Spike's throat, just snarling and racing towards
completion.

Spike also vamps out, and he cums again, shuddering and tightening
hard onto Angelus' cock.

Angel cums with a deep shuddering growl. He falls onto Spike's back,
trying not to squish him, but too exhausted to hold back too much.

Spike falls asleep, squashed under the pleasant weight of his Sire.

Angel wakes and pulls Spike against him, just burying his nose in his
hair. He knows this day is the last day. Lawson will rise later and
then he will have to decide what to do with his boy. He won't let the
American Government have him.

Spike stirs slowly against him. "Damn these depths anyway. Sleepy
all the damn time. Rather be up fuckin', and that's for certain."

Angel kisses the back of his head. "We rested, we could-- but not if
your tired Will."

"No." Spike stretches. "Slept enough." *We've little enough time
as it is, not wasting any more sleeping.* Spike rubs catlike against
Angelus. "So, what is your pleasure?"

Angel sits up and grabs the lotion and waves it. "The rubbing you
just did-- more of that-- only with us covered in this. What do you
think?"

Spike smirks. "Almost as good as oil. Sounds sexy as hell."

Angel smiles and sits in front of Spike. "Ok, here we go then." He
opens the bottle and rubs some on his chest and stomach, rubbing the
lotion in. Then he looks at Spike. "Want me to rub the lotion on you,
or do you want to do it yourself?"

Spike looks at him with smoky eyes. "Rub it on me...please,
Angelus. I love to feel your hands on me."

Angel nods and pours more lotion in his palm. He starts to rub it on
Spike's chest and stomach, covering him. He runs his hands all
around, feeling the slick and silky skin, then he sets the bottle
down. When he speaks his voice is liquid sex. "We have to rub
together, doesn't matter how."

By the time Angelus has finished rubbing in the lotion, Spike has
hardened, just from the feel of those powerful hands on him. He
flows forward, molding himself against Angelus, kissing him, pulling
himself up and down against his Sire.

Angel lays them down and rolls on top of him, sliding up and down
smoothly, making sure they touch and slide all over.

Their cocks touch, electric velvet in the slickness, pressed tightly
between them, duelling and battering each other. Spike grabs Angelus
tightly, digging his nails into his back and wrapping his legs around
him to pull them tighter together.

Angel grips his hands on Spike's hips, pivoting them against each
other in a tight slide. He moves his hips in hard circles, his hands
tensing and untensing on Spike's hips.

Spike pants and throws his head back hard against the bunk. "God...
fuck... Angelus!" He rides the sensations as best he can, not
wanting it to be over too quickly. But those hands...those fucking
hands...digging into his hips, commanding him...it was almost too
much.

Angel keeps up the pressure, but instead of circles, starts rubbing
his shaft up and down against Spike roughly and harshly. The lotion
keeps a slick friction. He uses his hands to buck Spike's hips up his
cock against his, leaving Spike to just ride it out. Pants and grunts
erupt from his lips.

"That's it, fucking use me, make me your boy!" exults Spike. His
cock jerks with each thrust, as he draws closer and closer to orgasm.

Angel pushes him as tight as he can, and moves so hard and so close
that the lotion feels as if it is their skin melding together. Angel
whispers huskily-- so close to orgasm, "You are my boy, Will, all
mine. Cum with me, my beautiful boy, cum with me."

Those words are all Spike needs to hear, as he falls over the edge,
cumming hard. *God, he could probably fucking talk me to orgasm.*

Angel cums with Spike at the same time, molding them together when he
lowers himself into him.

Spike pulls his hands back and licks the blood off his nails. He
slowly lowers his legs, panting. "Well, that's a bit of a wake-up."
He says.

"Yeah, a good one do I need to move?"

"No. I like being under you, feeling you over me. Stay right
there. Reminds me of old times. You used to do that so I wouldn't
run off."

Angel nods and turns his head, his mouth only a inch away from
Spike's ear. "I know I remember couldn't stand to think you would
leave or get away. So I trapped you, if I didn't feel you or sense
you I flipped out."

"Yeah. Scared the crap out of me at first...Then I got to like it,
and then to love it. I've missed it. It took forever for me to
sleep soundly after you left."

Angel moves a bit closer to Spike's ear. "I'm sorry, Will."

*Change the subject. Don't get all maudlin now.* "Well, no sense
dwelling on the past. Speaking of the past-- you made me be William
yesterday. What was Liam like? I've always wondered."

"A drunken, spoiled lay-about, a womanizer. Highly opinionated and
lazy that was Liam O'Donnell." Angel says this, and he is only a
breath away from Spike's ear.

"Would Liam have wanted William? Or was it just Angelus?" Spike's
skin is tingling as Angelus moves his mouth closer. He always loved
being whispered to.

Angel moves his mouth right up against Spike's ear. "Yes, he would've
wanted you, that I'm sure of. I could go by any name, like, say, for
instance, Angel, and I would want you."

"Angel? You going by that now?"

Angel shivers and rubs his nose lightly against Spike's
earlobe. "Maybe say it again?"

Spike purrs it. "Annnnnngel. Not bad. I like it. Easier to say in
bed. Annnnnnnngel."

Angel groans and stretches his lower body completely covering Spike
completely. Then he runs his arms up Spike's and entwines their
hands, his mouth still seated to his ear, his voice lowering to a
sugar molasses octave. "Sounds so good off your tongue-- so sweet."

Spike moans. "You're easy enough to please these days. Wear some
glasses, use an accent, say an different name. Something else you'd
like?"

Angel uses his liquid sex voice again, in softer tones. "Make you cum
just by listening to my voice, hearing the things I'll say."

Spike hardens again immediately. "I'm listening. Oh god, am I
listening."

Angel laughs softly and licks Spike's earlobe, his voice now a bit
sexier and smooth like milk chocolate. "Of course. You are my
beautiful boy-- you can't not listen to me, can you? I could do
anything--say anything-- and you would bend to my will."

Spike whimpers and his cock twitches. Angelus...no Angel, must
remember...was damn diabolical. "Yes, Angel. You know me too well."

Angel flexes his fingers in Spike's. "No, just know you, baby boy,
feel you, taste you, sense you. I'm inside you right where I belong
your mine always have been."

Spike mewls. "Yours...always. Ohgod yes."

"You want me?"

"I want you...please." His voice is pleading, now. He is bursting.
He'd rub himself against Angel but knows that's not the game, that he
is not allowed, and he wants that voice to keep talking to him.

"You need me?"

"Yes god yes I need you so damn bad."

"You worship me?"

"To idolatry. Yes, I worship you."

Angel is using all his power to hold himself back. This game has
always been a intense one, a scary one, but a erotic one. "Am I your
only god, Will?"

Spike gasps. "Yes, my only god."

Angel lowers his voice to a sultry whisper. "No one makes you feel as
I do, no one touches you like me do they?"

Spike closes his eyes. "No, no one ever. No one but you."

"So needy for me, so helpless against me. Say it!"

Spike whimpers again. He is trembling. "So needy for you, so
helpless against you."

"My beautiful boy just mine aren't you?"

"Just yours, only yours, your beautiful boy." He is so painfully
hard now, his nerves screaming for release, but that is all in the
hands of Angel.

Angel lowers his voice, deeper now, just as sultry but harder. "I'm
your master, you're my slave tell me."

Spike whines, "You are my master, I am your helpless slave."

Angel flexes his fingers in Spike's again and stretches his arms in a
curve. He presses his mouth right tight against Spike's ear and says
the next part so slowly. "You're my little...tight...wanton whore
aren't you?"

"Yes ohgod yes please say the words please let me cum ohgod Angel
please!" His cock is weeping precum now and he shudders hard against
Angel.

"Beg a little more, my pretty blue-eyed whore, beg your master."

He whimpers pleadingly, "Oh please my Master my Sire my God Angel
please let your little slave whore cum please just say the words and
let him cum I'll do anything please!"

Angel smiles and lifts his face, looking down into Spike's desire-
ridden face, and his cock starts to throb hard. The looks of ecstasy
contained are so beautiful that they make Angelus cry from somewhere
inside him. He lowers his mouth until it's just a breath away from
touching Spike's lips. "Cum for me Will, cum now."

Spike brings his mouth to Angel's and his scream of unleashing is
swallowed between them both as he cums, finally, pumping and pumping,
shuddering and shaking in the sweet agony of release.

Angel tenses his fingers and cums silently, the only sign his
dripping cum on Spike's belly. He kisses Spike slowly then, bringing
them both down. Then he pulls back, lays his head on Spike's
shoulder, and releases his fingers.

"Just stay here...stay here please...just like this. Til it's
time." Spike begs.

Angel sadly replies, "Ok." And he burrows deeper into Spike.

All too soon, they both can hear it. The stirring of the new fledge
in the rear of the ship. Spike closes his eyes and turns his head.
There is a huge lump in his throat.

Angel lifts up and rubs his cheek against Spike. "Hey! Please don't,
Will. I have to go get him now, make sure he does what he needs to. I
need to know you're ok, little one."

"I'm fine. Go get your new boy before he eats the rest of the
crew." Spike forces out, throat still tight. He still doesn't trust
himself to look at Angel.

Angel sits up and throws on his clothes. He goes to the door, but
comes back and lifts Spike's face to his, making him look at him. He
kisses him hard and deep, then pulls back, setting his forehead
against his. "I love you Will." Then he turns and walks out of the
captain's cabin, closing the door behind him.

"I love you Angel." He waits til Angel has left the room, then slams
his fists into the wall again and again. He stops, finally, and
pulls on his clothes. He leaves the cabin, walking slowly down
towards the control room. The crew lie there, no longer sleeping but
remaining still to conserve oxygen as the air gets thicker. He wants
to drink a few, to drown his sorrows, but dares not. So he just sits
and stares at a particularly juicy one.

Angel comes walking into the control room sometime later.

Spike looks around at Angel. *He's so damn beautiful. Wonder how
the new boy sees him.* "Air's about gone. Your new boy better get
the engines running before the fish start floppin'."

"He'll get it done." *Angel says in his earlier tone of slight
impatience, looking at Spike. He has to be different, but he can't
show anything. He just has to trust Spike will know it's a front.

Spike looks back, hears the tone. *Damn.* "Hope it's in time. That
one on the end looks like he's done for. Be a blessing to put him
out of his misery."

The engines pick that time to start up.

"Get 'em on their feet. We need to surface," Angel says and leaves
the control room again and coming back with Lawson in tow shortly
thereafter.

The crew is lined up. A crewman climbs up to open the hatch, coming
back down drenched. The crewman all stand back as Lawson is led
in. Lawson looks over at them. "They look smaller."

Angel pushes Lawson toward the ladder. "Eight hours to sunrise, 20
miles from land."

Lawson looks back. "I just might make it."

Angel stops Lawson before he climbs the ladder. "Hey. I'm sorry for
what happened, but if I ever see you again, I'm gonna have to kill
ya."

Lawson looks at Angel. "Aye, aye, Chief." He looks around. "Take
good care of her. She's a good boat." He climbs up and out.

*Well. So much for the new boy. At least I have a little more time
to look at him, to watch him, to hear his voice before we leave.
Maybe I can eaven change his mind when we walk out of here.* "Bloody
brilliant." Spike starts sauntering over towards Angel. "Turn the
poor sod to save the ship, and then make him dash for dry land before
Mr.Sunshine scorches him a new one. Ha! You're still a dick." He
ends up facing Angel, only inches away.

Angel crosses his arms, steps aside, and looks up the ladder using
every trick to keep his cool and not break and says without pause*
Yeah, I am."

Spike's eyes narrow. *Was everything that passed down here a lie?
Just a way to spend some time?* "Bollocks."

Spike starts climbing the ladder.

Angel watches him climb out with a tiny smile on his face, thinking,
* Thank god he didn't argue. He'll make and he'll be safe and sound.*

It is over 50 years later before they would meet again…time for Spike
to miss him, time to dissect every moment of their interlude over and
over, time to grow slowly ever so enmeshed in the web of Drusilla's
dependence. So much so that when next they meet, he doesn't use the
new name, but calls him, instead, "Angelus."

And then years later…

Angel sits, leaning against the side of a chair, looking out the
window at the sun. All this time, Lawson had been waiting for the
right time to exact revenge, and it led him here to his Sire. He was
never really his Sire though, other than in blood. Angel did what he
had to, to get the job done, no more no less. And he had gotten
something he never even bargained for...Spike... but Spike didn't
know it was him. Spike thought it was Angelus and Angel couldn't let
him believe any different. He wanted to tell him though-- tell him
everything about his soul and his life after he left them, his
struggles and strife. He wanted to change his boy's ways, and make
him good or at least obedient enough to not kill. But he knew Spike
wouldn't-- something would've broken, and Angel would've killed the
one thing in his life he has truly loved. And now, in this time, he
finds they are in this space again-- but moreso pushing the hate,
making it bitter, and acid filled.

Spike strides through the halls. He's heard the news from Fred, and
it has awakened all sorts of memories long left for dead. Spike
walks up, looking at the broken glass in the office wall. "Really
ought to do something about security. They'll let anybody in here,
won't they?"

There's no response from Angel. He just sits there looking out the
window. Spike walks up behind, right hand hooked into his belt,
fingers trailing down. "Fred gave me the Cliff notes." He stops
beside Angel, just behind his left shoulder. "So Sailor Boy finally
came back for a yo-ho-ho, did he?"

"Finally came back." Angel says. He won't turn yet-- can't turn yet.

There is a familiar tone in his voice. More memories coming back,
flooding back. Spike's throat tightens, and he shakes his
head. "Took him long enough. Know revenge is best served cold and
all, but his must've been frozen solid."

Angel still keeps himself looking forward, but his words speak not
only of Lawson. "I don't think that's what he was after."

"No?" Spike's voice breaks, and his face cannot hide his amazement.
He looks at Angel. *I have to know if I'm right.* "Then what was
he looking for?"

"A reason." *Angel still will not turn-- too scared, too much, can't
hope, can't ask. He won't understand, he surely knows now it wasn't
Angelus then, has to.

Spike stands for a while, waiting, straining...surely Angel would
break. Finally he can't take it. He pulls Angel's face to look at
him. "It was you, then, wasn't it? Or was it all a lie? Just
something you did to keep me from the crew?"

Angel stands and wipes his palms on his pants. He walks to the
elevator then pauses. "Have a drink with me in my room and we can
talk, all right?"

Spike strides over, more confused than ever. "Ok, Peaches, whatever
you say. Never turned down a drink yet."

Once in the elevator, the doors close. It goes about 10 floors when
Angel pushes the emergency stop button. He just stands looking at
the frozen numbers.

Spike looks at Angel. "Uh...some reason for that?"

Angel swallows then says softly. "It was me, then. Not Angelus."

"And was it real? What you said?" *Oh God...please, please... let
it be....*

"I'm a dick, Spike, but I'm not that much of a dick. Of course I
meant it, every word." Angel traces around the button.

"You don't know how long I've hated you for leaving me then. To say
all that and then walk away...I was convinced you had lied. For your
mission." Spike's voice is bitter and sad, and he looks away from
Angel.

Angel turns and grabs Spike's face. "Government would've taken you
and hurt you, you would've been their lab rat. I wouldn't've been
able to stop them. I did it to protect you, keep you safe."

"So now?" *He can't still mean it. Not after what I did to him in
Sunnydale. He must hate me. He can't still want me.*

Angel lowers his voice to a whisper. "Even now, even for eternity I
will always love you. You're my beautiful boy."

"Sire!" Spike's voice breaks and he embraces Angel, pulling him
close. "Oh god I haven't heard those words in so long!"

Angel holds Spike close and runs his hands through his hair. "I love
you, Will."

"I love you...Angel." Spike says.

Angel pushes the button but keeps hold of Spike. The elevator begins
to move again. "So-- still hate the hair and the name, but if you
still have the glasses I'm willing to bend." Angel smiles and sets
his head on top of Spike's.

Spike grins. "Still got the glasses. And you can call me Will when
we're alone. We'll talk about the hair."

Angel chuckles and squeezes Spike lightly. "Good, but if we talk
about your hair does that mean we have to talk about mine? I don't
think I can grow mine back to used to the 'poofy, spiky hair I have
to use nancy boy hair gel for'."

Spike leans back a little and strokes his hands through Angel's
hair. "I like it, actually. Wish you'd go back to that hairdo you
had on the sub. That was dead sexy."

Angel grins and the elevator doors open. He walks forward and pushes
Spike backward into the penthouse. "Maybe we can work that out. Give
and take you know."

Spike reaches into his pocket and pulls out the glasses and puts them
on. He switches into his old accent. "Maybe we can negotiate in
there," he says, pointing to the bedroom.

Angel smiles and runs his fingers in his hair, smoothing it back.
Taking Spike's hand, he heads to the bedroom. "I think we have a
agreement then, lad." And they walk into the bedroom the door closing
behind them.


THE END