Honorable
Sons: 21
by Josie_h
Notes
Angel and Spike woke simultaneously, remembering the vague farewells from their witch companions the night before and registering their solo status in the apartment.
Something was very different… Spike felt vaguely tired and had an odd aching sensation in his back, not unpleasant or overwhelming, just unfamiliar. Angel felt better than he had felt for *many* months, the chronic ache and twitching muscles from waist down, all but an odd memory, the fatigue exponentially reduced. He did his best impression of a big cat stretching and enjoyed the feeling of power as his body arched, each sinew lengthened then pulled taut, and the complimentary muscles responded by drawing the strength back to his core.
Both vampires rolled toward each other, smiled and pulled into a tender embrace.
“Mo tháitnéamh thu, mo mhúrnín bán.” Angel gifted his mate with a passionate kiss accompanied by a squeeze that would have denied breath were it needed. He flexed the newly empowered muscles again and simply enjoyed the almost forgotten sensation of strength. Spike slowly realized that they were jointly experiencing the healing effects of the mating and felt the reciprocal knowledge accompanied by such a wave of adoration and thanks from his mate that he could no better hold back his tears than a tidal wave… Angel caressed the beautiful features, lifted the beautiful face until chocolate eyes met ocean blue, and kissed his mate passionately.
Angel finally pulled away, rolled from the bed and walked unaided, and with the grace and confidence of a master vampire, for the first time in almost a year. Spike remained, staring at the departing back, and allowed his own feeling of relief, joy and… wholeness, to flow through the link. The salty and slightly bloodstained tears continued to streak into Spike’s hair, now in time with Angel’s choice of music for the morning, ‘Verdi’s….Va pensiero’, and accompanied by the triumphant sound of a healed Sire singing slightly out of tune in the shower of the main bedroom.
The older vampire wandered out naked, defined muscles articulating his recovery, prominent arousal filling further as he spied Spike splayed out starfish style and free of any covers. The invitation was clear and Angel was *well*. He had the partner of his dreams in his bed ready, and was rather inclined to watch that same person writhe under him in ecstasy before the hour was out. In *vampire* ecstacy… He pounced, straddled his partner and pinned the smaller man’s wrists to the bed.
The Irish brogue slipped back easily as he leaned forward to graze the mating scar on the pale neck with human teeth. His beautiful boy, wanton and waiting, writhed at the growled invitation… “I see ya desirin’ y’re Sire back, boy. Shall I acquiesce, Will? Shall I show ya just how much y’re Master, y’re Sire, y’re Mate yearns f’r what it is y’re offerin’?” Angel leaned close to Spike’s ear and whispered, “Question is… Do ya want the vampire or the man tonight, my Will… They are both yours for the takin’.”
Aroused beyond measure, Spike’s features shifted, golden eyes sparkling with desire and excitement as he gave a deep, feral growl. Angel had his answer.
He snarled and was upon his blonde companion, fangs penetrating the pale flesh of Spike’s armpit painfully. Spike howled his annoyance and freed his non bitten arm as Angel’s grip lessened with the momentary distraction of taking blood.
Spike used the free arm to strike his partner hard in the side of the head, forcing his elder to release, but allowing a knee and arm to shove Angel onto his side. The advantage was maintained when Spike launched himself at his Sire’s chest and bit deep into the closest pectoral, as he tugged the second hand free. An outraged roar from the master vampire under him was the result. Angel retaliated, throwing his mate off the bed and half way across the room in one powerful action.
Spike felt the recovered vampire’s need to test his new found strength, so not only acceded to a full blown fist and fangs affair but positively relished it, ‘stepping up’ to give as good as he got. The violent game of attack and defense moved from bedroom to lounge, their tactics and styles of fighting were familiar to each other, and arousal increased with each counter attack.
As the sparring continued, the two figures in the room began to fight in earnest. An observer might have easily mistaken the scene for one of two great cats fighting. They snarled, struck out with blinding speed, and retaliated with an instinctive aggression and savagery that did their counterpart and their lineage proud.
Spike had easily held his own at the beginning, but found his focus on the fight increasingly difficult to maintain. He was thrilled by Angel’s obvious return to full strength, and so stimulated by the fight, that the drive to submit and enjoy the resultant adrenalin spiked coupling, was all but overwhelming.
Nevertheless, the struggle continued for almost an hour - a vicious, determined and exhilarating bout. Strangely the submission/domination of old, that which they both thought they missed or needed, gradually gave way to playfulness in the fight. An hour later, their battle had deteriorated to the point of appearing as two tiger cubs at play. The biting and growling now seemed more like a brotherly spat with no real intention of causing genuine hurt.
Eventually the biting became nipping, striking was replaced by stroking, and growling shifted to purring. Hands so eager to punish and oppress in the beginning, became instruments of reassurance, love and adoration. Finally, back in the bedroom, Angel had his partner pinned to the bed in the position that had begun the foray.
With golden eyes shining and fangs bared, both vampires examined each other. They sported bites and bruises to measure who may have ‘won the day’, but Angel chose to exchange nipping for laving, and collapsed chest to chest as laving became deep, passionate kissing.
Both vampires began the rhythmic purr even before the kiss concluded and grinned as the stereo vibrations resonated and increased. Spike felt his partner’s rock hard arousal pushing against his own, thrust up to force the friction between erections and hissed in a low tone, “ Please Sire, please… take me… need you… in me.”
Unlike days of old Angel was not about to hurt his partner by entering him dry, instead hooked the massage oil from the side table and spread it liberally around Spike’s pucker and perineum. He then slicked his own rock hard member. The sensation was almost too much for both vampires. As Spike’s legs were slung over his partner’s shoulders and a cool mouth descended in a passionate kiss, they both stilled to gain a little control. Spike then growled “Now, just do it… Now!”
Angel positioned himself with one hand, and steadied his partner’s legs with the other. He paused for a moment then drove into the barely prepared entrance with a single, harsh stroke.
Spike roared his pain and arched as much as the controlling arm across his legs would allow, then stilled as Angel began to withdraw and push back in hard. Initially slow movements, defined by pain, gave way to deeper and more determined strokes. Spike felt the burn give way to heat as some of his own blood slicked the way, and the pain moved to pleasure as the onslaught continued. He began to thrust up, each stroke by his maker met by enthusiastic hips. They continued for a time until Angel shifted slightly, and the tiny bundle of prostate nerves were contacted.
Spike roared, arched and used the leverage of his legs over Angel’s shoulders to drive back onto his partner’s shaft. Angel grabbed his smaller partner’s marble hard erection and began to stroke it in time with his own thrusts. He drove in deeper and faster until the smaller vampire’s legs resembled those of a marionette in the same position, swinging with loose abandon as the body they were attached to, was repeatedly impaled.
Angel felt his climax rising, his lips curled back as he tasted the pheromone laden air, and demanded his mate’s blood with a feral snarl. Spike bared his neck and felt his own completion begin to shoot fiery tingles up his legs toward his groin.
Razor sharp fangs found their mark and Spike groaned, and bit his maker hard. He felt a shudder from the vampire above him and had the sensation of being flushed and filled with cool liquid. He drew another draft from his Sire then arched as his own orgasm spread stream after stream of cool seed between them.
Angel relaxed onto his smaller companion, his sex and both vampires’ fangs still embedded. As the fangs withdrew, cool tongues began to lave their partners’ necks in a leisurely rhythm, causing Spike to feel the adored pressure inside his rear begin again, and his own shaft harden with delight.
He pulled away for long enough to growl, “Last time Da, then it’s my turn on top.” Angel bit hard into Spike’s shoulder and began to move again…
Sometime late afternoon, the two lay intertwined, diagonally on the bed, covered only in part by a pile of rumpled duvet and soiled sheets. Various other items of linen and all the pillows had somehow found their way to the floor. Spike woke to the insistent sound of his mobile ringing, but let the message bank do its job, preferring instead to purr his contentment and stroke the un-gelled softness of his partner’s hair… and available arm… and his now healed back… and…
The phone rang twice more before Spike finally untangled his limbs and begrudgingly found the source of annoyance.
He finally located it on the fourth ring, “Well? Speak.”
“Hey Spike… Umm… Is Dad there… It’s just…” The voice at the other end hitched and Spike felt the jolt of hurt through the link and saw his mate sit bolt upright on their bed, breathing unnecessarily with transferred fear. “It’s just that… I need your help…”