Honorable
Sons: 17
by Josie_h
Notes
Despite Angel’s recovery Spike had prepared himself and insisted on beginning the encounter with a gentle coupling lying on their side. His back against his lover’s torso, the blonde welcomed the straining member of his Sire into his body with a sigh, and let Angel take control.
Once embedded, Angel paused for a few seconds to let his partner adjust and feel down to grasp Spike’s sex. He slowly licked and nipped up the back of Spike’s neck, finally settling his mouth over the ancient siring mark as he began to move his hips at a leisurely pace. The hand on Spike’s member was caressing and stroking in time with the relaxed thrusts of the bigger vampire. Spike began an mantra of heavy sighs and ‘I love you’ s timed to match the rhythmic touches.
Almost an hour later found Spike desperate to increase the pace and the pressure. Angel had discovered the perfect angle to touch his partner’s prostate with every slow stroke some time in the previous half hour, and was gradually sending the blonde insane with need. “Please, Sire. Please go harder if you can… please!”
Angel pushed his partner onto his front, Spike bending his knees slightly and spreading them wide. “C’mon pet, finish me off… please…” After the lengthy, loving warm up, Angel had no trouble thrusting back in. He re-established the best angle, then took Spike’s manhood in hand again. Spike began to meet each thrust with equal force as the pace sped up. Angel looked down and watched as the hard shaft entered and withdrew repeatedly. For the first time in over a year, Angel felt truly powerful, and adored the beautiful vampire he was coupling with even more. As climax approached, the pace became erratic, and he leaned forward to bite hard at the juncture of neck and shoulder. Spike arched in ecstasy, spilling his seed on the bed beneath and tipping his Sire over the edge. Spike felt the flush of cool liquid in his bowels seconds before they both collapsed onto the bed.
Some time later, Spike’s eyes fluttered open to the sensation of a large body covering him and a semi hard member still deeply embedded in his rear.
“You OK luv?” When no answer was forthcoming, recent history kicked in and Spike became concerned. “Pet?” Still no response. “Please Sire… You alright?” This time Spike felt the body above him shift a little. “Sire?”
Angel groaned a little then slid out as he rolled off his partner. “Wonderful... Ahh Will… Perfect… Just… I love you so much…” Angel finished his speech by claiming Spike’s lips and snuggling until they were wrapped around each other completely.
The only reply from Spike being, “Love you too.”
With that, both fell into a satisfied sleep that lasted over twelve hours, well into the mid afternoon.
Spike woke first, lying for several minutes simply enjoying the sensation of being spooned by the larger body behind him. Eventually the arm over his hip squeezed him tight, and a happy purring from behind began to vibrate them both. Spike smiled and turned a little toward his partner, “Afternoon pet.”
His healed wound from the previous night was licked lovingly before a sleep roughened voice replied, “Hey lover.”
Spike melted back into the embrace until a shrill, persistent ring-tone forced him to answer the phone.
“Dad?”
“Hey Connor, I’ll just get him.”
Spike handed over the phone and watched as Angel rolled onto his back and took the call.
“Hi… Yeah… Oh a lot better, really good workout last night.” Spike wiggled his eyebrows and stroked his partner’s sex, receiving a knowing grin then silent plea to cease and desist.
“How’s your mom?... Oh… well, that’s good right?... That’s great… so umm… would you like to go out and we can celebrate? Spike and I have something to tell you too… No!... Of course not, we like it here… OK… say 7.30 for dinner? Seafood OK?... Right, well, I thought Farallon, Union Square?... You right to get a cab and we’ll meet you there? Don’t worry about the cost - our treat.”
Arrangements were finalized and Angel had only just finished the call when the phone rang a second time.
“Hello? F’Iaid! Something wrong?... No, no, sorry… So?... Oh!... When?” Spike, listening in, was initially worried, but as Angel smiled with the conversation, he relaxed and snaked his arm around the brunette’s waist again.
“Do you think she will be up to a meal out?... No, tonight with Connor – something we’d like to share… Farallon at 7.30…That would be great! Even if you get there late,… booking will be under ‘Aurelius’… terrific, hope to see you… You too.” With that, Angel hung up and turned to kiss his partner soundly.
“Any clues pet?”
“Willow’s back”
“Already!? The dark witch must really be something!” Spike gave a wicked grin, but knew that they both felt genuinely pleased by the fact that Willow had found someone special.
A few hours later, both vampires had eaten prior to leaving and were dressing. Angel had already spent a great deal of time getting ready. So much so, that Spike had begun to mutter insults that harked back to their days in LA. This all ceased when Angel pulled out two beautiful silk shirts, thanked Spike sincerely for purchasing them for him, then asked his Childe to choose his Sire’s outfit.
Another smile was evoked when they both realized that they had dressed with matching black ribbons tying back their, now long, locks. Spike leaned forward and whispered, “Just like old times, ay Sire?” Angel simply stroked the soft blonde curls below the ribbon and answered, “No. Better.”
Angel left his walking stick at home for the first time and was standing unaided at the door of the atmospheric restaurant with an air of accomplishment as Connor joined them.
“Hey.”
“Connor.” Angel smiled and shook his son’s hand.
They were led to their table, Connor noting the elaborate decor, jellyfish chandeliers, intimate arches, sculptures and original art on every inch of wall space. Just as they were settled, Spike, who was facing the entrance, stood, smiled broadly and nodded his head in acknowledgement. Seconds later, F’Iaid and Willow were ushered over to join then.
Both Angel and Connor also stood as they greeted and reintroduced.
Dinner and wines were ordered, Angel taking charge of the latter. Two bottles of Veuve Clicquot vintage arriving on the table promptly and orders for the remainder of the night dealt with swiftly. The dinner was a mixed affair – all parties preferring to share their fare, rather than order large solo meals. In the end, the helpful waiter ‘Georgio’, suggested then provided, a veritable feast of finger food platters to share. Angel noted the amiable young man’s willingness to assist, well above and beyond what would normally be expected. He determined to thank him generously later.
They caught up with Willow’s news first. Connor had not seen the witch since the LA/Angelus encounter some three years earlier, and was still in awe of her power and composure. Angel held the floor as he explained the happenings in San Fransisco since Willow had left, squeezing Spike’s hand as every harsh memory was relived. Then reaching to Connor to reassure his boy as Willow was reminded of the very recent nightmares and their cause.
F’Iaid had hardly spoken all night. She finally squeezed her partner’s hand and leaned forward conspiratorially to Spike. “You must tell them!” The others heard and stopped the conversation.
Suddenly in the spotlight Spike paused, “Right… Well…” He reached over and took Angel’s hand, found approval in the adoring eyes and cleared his throat.
“We’ve decided to go through the ceremony… to mate… according to lore… and… well… we’d like your approval Connor… as member of the Aurelian clan we need that… And we would like your blessing witches… if you are willing.” Spike paused, looking hopefully at their fellow diners.
Connor was the first to speak, and surprised all present by answering with a formal vampiric statement of fealty, love and familial approval, “I acknowledge you William, as Childe of my father and soon to be his beloved chosen mate. I bow to your seniority and your place in the clan and congratulate you father, and you William, on your partnership.” With that, Connor kissed both his father and Spike on their left cheeks, whispering “I love you, I trust you, just be happy OK?”
As dessert and coffee were ordered, the date was set for a week hence, the ceremony discussed and the venue fixed - F’Iaid’s abode easily the best choice.
The remainder of the evening was pleasant, to the point where none of the group saw the tall figure approaching as they waited at for the final taxi to arrive. Angel was just about to reach for the door of their ride, when a tall figure stepped in front of them menacingly, “Vampires…!”