Honorable
Sons: 19
by Josie_h
Notes
Spike was fidgeting again, fussing with his wallet and complaining about flawed cab driver etiquette for the fourth time in as many minutes (apparently a generic population group as far as the vampire was concerned). So it was up to Angel to knock on F’Iaid’s door.
Angel’s face lit up when it was Connor who answered.
His son pulled him into a warm hug, then turned to Spike with a wicked grin and thinly disguised fake-shocked expression on his face. “Hey Dad… Thought you weren’t supposed to see the bride before the ceremony?!”
Spike’s eyes narrowed, then flashed gold, “You watch who you’re bloody well calling the bird in this scenario mate… could be your ol’ Da here wears the skirt! God knows he’s got the whole cleaning thing down pat.”
“Yeah, yeah…” Connor pulled the blonde into the hug and smiled as Spike relaxed easily into the embrace, then gave him a ‘manly’ peck on the forehead for his trouble.
“Thanks for bein’ here pet.”
Willow was almost bouncing in the doorway of the lounge as they stepped inside. “Well…. Come on… Oh Goddess, I am *so*… just… Well… we’re all ready and…” She ushered them into the room with a series of gestures and half finished sentences.
It was F’Iaid who took control of the proceedings.
“If you are ready, we will begin.”
Both Spike and Angel stilled instantly, then reached for the hand of their, soon to be, mated other.
“You will remove your clothes, wash and put these on. You must kneel in the circle – we have marked your place. You must cleanse your bodies alone to begin... Who is to be first?”
The two vampires noted the pentagram of salt with a circle at its centre on the floor of the room, and also the fifty or so strategically placed candles. F’Iaid handed them both what appeared to be oversized, black, button-down shirts with no collar, and indicated the door to their left. There was a shower room and space to change.
Spike deferred to his elder – habit of the last year dictating his thoughts that the less time Angel needed, to stand the better. Regardless of Angel’s recovery, it now seemed Spike’s perpetual roll to be ‘concerned’. He need not have worried, after only minutes, the water turned off and he was the one washing…
Returning to the ceremony room, the vampires knelt side by side facing the north a positon marked by one of the points on the pentagram. The shafts of light from the carefully placed candles smacked of an accuracy that would have made even the most finicky of a Feng Shui masters proud.
F’Iaid, Willow and Connor approached them with a large polished grey marble bowl. Both vampires breathed unnecessarily as they smelt the combined blood of the three in the ground out hollow of the vessel Willow was holding. The ceremony had begun.
The three began to chant
“We bless you both with the Blood of family - Nos beatus vos utriusque per Cruor of prosapia” (Connor held up his still dripping wrist).
“With the Blood of a friend - Per Cruor of amicus” (Willow exposed the cut on her inner elbow).
“With the Blood of a healer - Per Cruor of a vigoratus” (F’Iaid’s revealed the deep slice across her palm).
All three wounds dripped their precious fluid into the bowl.
“Please, acknowledge our blessing - Commodo , agnosco nostrum bona” (The three knelt before the vampires just outside the circle).
“And join our beloved brothers in blood - Quod suo nostrum carus frater in cruor” (Willow held out the bowl, Spike took it and placed it just in front of Angel and his own knees).
“For all time and in all dimensions, acknowledging these two as one for all to see. - Pro totus vicis quod in totus dimensions, agnosco illa duos ut unus pro totus video vidi visum.”
With the last words Spike held his wrist up to his Sire’s mouth and a reciprocal action was played out. They bit down simultaneously with razor sharp fangs then held their dripping wounds over the bowl. As the first two drops of combined vampire blood mixed with the contents of the bowl, the effect was near explosive.
A swirl of light came from the liquid mixture, spiraling upward and engulfing the two ancient creatures in a blaze of light.
Inside the circle, Spike and Angel were almost oblivious to the stunning light show being witnessed by their three onlookers.
Utterly engrossed in each other, each took their counterpart’s dripping limb in hand and laved it until healed. Then instinctive urges began to drive their movements. Urges stronger than any either had experienced anytime previously, overshadowing the bloodlust, instinct, even the fealty to Sire on their night of emergence from turning. They rolled toward each other in full game face, each lifting their left hand to caress the ridges and trace the feline like features from forehead to razor sharp canines. Fingers pricked by the incisor of their ‘other’, light trails of blood were traced from mouth to navel.
Spike raised himself and spun around until he was face to crotch with Angel.
The smaller vampire sighed heavily at the musky scent, then gave in to instinct and bit hard into the femoral artery exposed by the simple act of lying ‘sixty nine’ fashion. As he did so, the artery of his own inner thigh was pierced and the cycle of blood began.
Both vampires felt their erections fly to instant hardness as the blood was sucked rhythmically from so close to their sex.
Spike reached around to take his Sire in hand at the same moment as the blood began to flow. His own hardness was taken by a strong fist at the same moment, and a pumping began as he felt sharp pain of arteries breached and the circle of blood completed. They sucked in time with the action of their hands.
As they both approached completion, fangs withdrew and words in the demon tongue of their ancestors sprang forth instinctively. Moving with synchronized precision the two vampires shifted until they were lying side by side, facing each other, still within the circle, and both faces now bearing the blood markings of recent familial feeding.
Spike spoke first. In a husky whisper he managed to grind out, “I offer you all that I am. I offer you me, your Childe. Me, your lover. Me, Master vampire of your own line, and master of the line of Aurelius. I am blood of your blood. Everything I have is yours. Everything I am, I give to you. I wish to join with you for all time. When you die, I wish to perish with you. If you accept me, then from this moment forth you are the north for my compass, my partner in unlife, my savior, and my god. This is my vow. I commit myself to your being, in essence and in soul, from this day forth. If you accept, then I am yours totally, an ownership that cannot be undone.”
Angel repeated the phrases, simply replacing ‘Childe’ with ‘Sire’. As he concluded the vows, He felt the tortuous white agony of his soul being torn from his being. His screaming form arched and writhed, matched in pain only by the vampire next to him. The witches and the son watched in horror as the two forms in the circle contorted in excruciating pain, then gave up that which both had held so precious… At that moment Willow realized what F’Iaid already knew, and placed a magically strengthened hand on Angel’s son before he followed his instincts and broke the circle in an effort to ‘rescue’ his father.
White light rose from each of the writhing figures, followed by a stream of vivid blue, and finally a combination of red and deep gold. Each stream of power seemed to intertwine with its counterpart of the same color, and eventually exploded as one in a shower of stars above the circle.
The two figures became inert, and Willow continued to restrain a now openly weeping, Connor.
As the witnesses watched, the vampires began to move. Far from being repulsed, Connor was relieved and thrilled as he observed the two bodies roll into each other, kiss passionately then begin to move in unified rhythm, their lower hands obviously being put to good use as they ground together.
The two purred. Magnificent beasts growling their climax as joint fangs descended, took reciprocal drafts of familial blood, and completed the necessary circle of sex and blood.
Too caught in the joy and amazement of his fathers’ survival, Connor realized rather belatedly that he should have been horrified by the scene before him. Rather than feeling repulsed by the sexual exchange, he felt utterly thrilled and somehow at peace at last. He shrugged off the ‘Dr Phil’ moment in favor of simply appreciating the beauty of what he had just witnessed, and the sense of sated completeness it brought at the most instinctive of levels. He knew through his entire being, that what he had just been a part of, was something so profound in ancient lore, that he, the pure blood son, was now one of a mere handful of beings in thousands of years of vampire history to share even a part of such a bond.
Without further thought, Connor lay his head in Willow’s lap as she and F’Iaid collapsed onto the cushions that the dark witch had thought to place behind them, prior to the ceremony.
They all slept.
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Angel woke an hour or so later still intertwined with the limbs of his mate. He wriggled a little and was assaulted by an unexpected and erotic set of images of possible couplings from that moment on. Instinctively recognizing them as Spike’s thoughts, he snaked out a tongue, licked the pale shell of the ear in front of him and whispered, “Be careful what you wish for.”
Spike received the reciprocal images and sat up abruptly to slap his companion. “Bloody hell! You dirty old man… there are ladies present!”
Angel gave a hearty laugh, sat them both up and kissed his partner firmly on the lips.
For the first time… ever… Spike felt love and contentment permeate every cell of his being. His demon was joined with its Sire. His soul was intertwined with the soul he had come to adore. And his essence was married to the essence of the vampire he loved. The world had not changed, but they had. He felt a strength and confidence of a level that he was sure he had never attained before, even at his peak. He looked up into the beautiful face of his mate and saw realization of the same phenomena dawning there too. The darker vampire picked up his mate’s hand, looked with wonder into his beloved’s eyes, and began systematically kissing each finger in turn.
Willow’s voice broke the moment.
“Umm… We’re going out for coffee… and a cold shower! F’Iaid says the guest room is through there. Ummm there’s some blood in the microwave…” The mated vampires looked up lovingly at the three figures standing outside the circle.
Spike was the first to speak, and in a voice rough with previous activities said, “Hey Red, Pup, F’Iaid… just… Thank you…”
Angel turned to them also, and gave a smile of pure, almost innocent joy, “My mate has said it for us… Willow, F’Iaid…. Connor… We are forever in your debt.”
As the trio retreated, the mated pair stood and made their way to the guest room to consummate their partnering further. And rest afterward in the safe haven of each other’s arms.