Honorable Sons: 16
by Josie_h
Notes

 

They had sent Connor back in the limousine solo at close to one in the morning, having paddled (as Spike liked to put it), eaten nachos and talked for hours about nothing in particular. There was a commitment to meet again within the month, and a promise of contact on a regular basis, particularly if Connor ‘needed to talk’. Spike had empathized deeply with the young man, having lived with his mother dying from what he now knew to be tuberculosis. The connection, and the support from ‘his family’ would hopefully prevent more of the horrendous killer dreams that Angel had been channeling of late.

 

The two weeks following Connor’s reentry into their lives had seen Angel’s recovery accelerate incredibly. Spike continued to feed his Sire at least once a day, but in the second week admitted quietly to F’Iaid that it was more for their mutual comfort than ongoing need. F’Iaid had smiled enigmatically at the confession and encouraged Spike to continue his fine efforts as carer.

 

The wheel chair had given way to a general ‘walker’ for longer distances; which after four days, was relinquished in favor of dual walking sticks; and by the end of the second week, Angel found that only single cane was needed.

 

The convalescent had walked to the pool unaided for the last two nights, including taking the stairs. Spike felt a prick of pride as his Sire turned with a wide grin at the milestone achievement of walking all the way back to the apartment door unaided for the second time in a row, even after his exercises in the pool.

 

As they entered the apartment, Spike threw the keys on the side table in the hall and made for the kitchen to heat up some blood for both of them. “You right to shower solo pet?”

 

Still slower than his partner, Spike was well out of sight before Angel shut the door, so he called out, “Sure, but still rather share.”

 

Spike belatedly realized the tone and the implication. His Sire really *was* getting better, but Spike was beginning to realize something new. This was somehow a less broody ensouled vampire than pre dragon; this was a Sire who now apparently saw his Childe as unlife companion; who seemed to consider ‘his Will’ an equal in every way. For Spike it was, in equal measure, the most frightening and exciting thing he had ever discovered.

 

Arousal was not necessarily piqued by the blonde’s musings, however standing in the doorway observing his nude Sire step into the shower signaled instant arousal. Spike gazed lovingly at the figure, rounded pale buttocks and slim but increasingly muscular legs, the broad chest and now defined muscles in his arms. Angel stood under the jet of water, face into the heated cascade, the steam giving the impression that he was standing amongst the clouds. Spike groaned and stripped with preternatural speed.

 

Angel knew his Childe was in the room, but was still surprised when strong arms surrounded his torso and a muscular chest leant against the back of his thighs. His significant other’s hand stroked Angel’s manhood to swift arousal and a tongue caressed the cheeks of his backside. He smiled at his Childe’s concept of joining him for a wash.

 

Along with the caresses from his kneeling Childe, Angel could just make out the continuous faint purr and the occasionally sighed word… “Sire.”

 

Angel was grateful for the wall as Spike’s ministrations continued. The older vampire closed his eyes and rested his forehead against arms, now crossed on the shower wall. He  pushed his backside against the onslaught. Spike breached the tight ring of muscles once, then removed his mouth and hands, and stood. He gently cupped his Sire’s chin and turned the elder vampire, kissed him passionately, then waited for permission to go further with eyes down submissively, as was vampiric custom for a Childe.   

 

“Please Will… Just…! Need you inside, please!”

 

Spike looked toward the bedroom, silently questioning the brunette whether he needed physical relief by shifting their activity to a more horizontal venue. Angel simply whispered “I’m OK. Please… Just… Please!!!”

 

Permission granted, the blonde maneuvered Angel to face the tiles again, grabbed the conditioner, and squeezed a liberal amount over his fingers. Spike’s chest rested on his Sire’s broad back and he reached around to take his lover’s hardness with one slicked hand.

 

Angel leaned against the wall again, water cascading down his back and groaned. Spike whispered “I’ve got you… I’m gonna love you ‘til you scream… Just relax luv, just relax,” then breached him swiftly with two fingers. Angel pushed back, encouraging the third finger and enjoying the renewed feeling of confidence in his strengthening body. The tip of Spike’s middle finger ran over his elder’s prostate, pressing into it in time with a renewed rhythm of the hand on his hardness. Angel arched a little, pressing back further onto the intruding hand.

 

“You ready for me, Sire? OK to stay here while I take you?” Continuing to stroke Angel’s rock hard shaft, Spike withdrew his fingers from the rear hole and waited.

 

Angel pushed back as the hand withdrew and began to beg. “Oh God Will! Just do it, please. Please! Now… Please!”

 

Spike took the conditioner again, this time slicking his own rock hard erection and sunk in with one swift movement. Watching his marble hard shaft pushing into the tight rear almost caused him to come on the spot. The older vampire hissed his approval, waited momentarily to adjust, before pushing back enthusiastically and growling, “Please… deeper… harder.”

 

After months of gentle loving, this rigorous move from Angel was unexpected but thoroughly welcomed. “Hold on Sire, we’ll get there yeah… let’s just…” Spike flung his free arm around the larger vampire’s waist taking some of the weight and began slow powerful thrusts, gradually increasing the speed and intensity. Angel lost himself in the exquisite sensation, groaning and panting his approval in time with the blissful penetration and stroking.  

 

Spike’s grip tightened around his partner’s erection and he sped up even further, the tingle in his own groin signaling the beginning of release. He whispered “Come with me, Angel, come on lover…” then bit deep into the shoulder in front of him. Angel screamed his release and washed the wall in front of him with jet after jet of cool seed. As Spike felt the muscles around him spasm and squeeze impossibly tight. His own orgasm erupted and he joyfully filled his Sire. Spike slumped forward, wrapping around his partner’s back as they both came down, then began to lick the skin under him in a gentle caress.

 

Both sated and relaxed, Angel and his Childe stood up in the now cooling shower. Angel turned off the water, eased around to accept a passionate kiss from his lover then smiled as Spike reached for a large fluffy white towel, wrapping the older vampire before grabbing his own. “C’mon pet, not sure how your legs are holding up but I need a decent snuggle and snooze to get over that…”

 

 

 

Spike woke under soft covers to the sensation of a hand stroking languidly down his cheekbone and cool legs beginning to entwine his own. His azure blue gaze met affectionate dark chocolate as eyes fluttered open. He reciprocated the loving smile he saw there, snaked one arm under his Sire’s neck and flung the other over the hips in front of him. He pulled Angel close for an adoring hug, and they both smiled with satisfaction as reciprocal happy purrs began.

 

Spike eventually broke the embrace to look at the time. “You hungry?”

 

Angel blinked slowly then gave his lover a seductive smirk, “For what exactly?”

 

“You couldn’t possibly! After last night?! Thought you were a bloody invalid?!” The incredulous tone didn’t quite match his actions, as Spike snuggled closer and felt his partner’s hardening member pushing against his own hip.

 

“Haven’t buggered you for… ever Will. Now that I am almost healed, will you do me the honor of taking you, making us one?”

 

Spike snorted and was just about to give a disgusted retort regarding his own impaling of himself on his sire just nights before, when he realized the question. This was not a simple discussion of ‘who topped whom’. A tight feeling in his chest and sudden burn in his eyes accompanied his next question, “Are you asking what I think…?”

 

Angel began to stroke the blonde’s face again. “I want to be in you Will, I want that now. But I think you know that I am asking for more than that.” Angel looked up hopefully, “I’m asking you to partner with me, to declare us mated, according to vampiric lore.” When Spike said nothing, Angel continued with his justification. “I will be well enough for the ceremony in a few weeks… Spike? And… well, Willow will be back by then, and I can ask Connor for his approval tonight,… if you agree, that is.”

 

Spike took an obvious breath in and a tear tracked across a well defined cheek, “Course I will you bloody idiot, did you think you needed to ask?”

 

“I’m not talking Sire and Childe, Spike, I want you as lover, as friend, as partner, confidant,…” Angel began accompanying his words with gentle kisses across Spike’s forehead and down to his willing lips, “As paramour, mentor, my darling, my love match… my soul mate, my only… my beloved…” As he trailed the kisses below the blonde’s jawline, Spike arched his neck back, inviting confirmation of the words in blood. He was rewarded by the searing pain of a bite and ultimate pleasure as several drafts were taken then his Sire’s neck offered in reciprocation. The truth was in the blood. Angel was almost healed. Angel was happy. Angel wished to mate with him formally, as vampires.

 

Honorable Sons: 17

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