Spike slowly woke to darkness and realized he was chained to a bed with a blindfold over his eyes. He sighed. Was this another one of Buffy's newly thought up games? You'd think the girl would realize he'd done this before.
The door slowly creaked open.
"You better have a bloody good reason for this, Slayer." Spike stopped when the all-too-familiar scent filled his nostrils, "Angel?"
"Hello, Spike." his grandsire crossed the room.
Of course, this was Angel's apartment. His scent was everywhere.
"Don't tell me you lost your soul again." the blond seemed annoyed, "Brought me here to torture me, did you? Always was your favorite victim."
"I'm just as souled as usual." the older vampire answered, "As I recall, you usually brought it on yourself. You happened to like being Dru's plaything."
"Only because it pleased her." the younger vampire argued, "I loved the barmy girl."
Angel changed the subject, "I'm not going to torture you."
"So, chaining a blindfolded vampire to your bed is some kind of kinky fantasy for you and the Slayer?" Spike mocked.
Angel took the blindfold off, "Blindfolds aren't really my style."
"Chains are." the British vampire glared at him.
"Shut up, Will." he sighed like an exasperated parent.
"You don't get to call me that, Angelus. You are not my sire." the blond spit the words at him, "You're just a stupid dog with bad teeth and the Slayer likes me better. Hear about the house we knocked down while we were doing each other?"
The brunette growled and his hand flew to the other's throat, his vamp face rising to the surface.
"Am I p***ing you off?" Spike smirked, "You gonna brood about it?"
Angel loosened his grip a bit but didn't change his face, "I'm going to remind you of your place in this family."
"Oh, a little grandsire/grandchilde bonding, is it? These chains are really helping with that, mate." his voice dripped sarcasm.
"The chains are because you'd fight me," he explained, his face turning back to an angel's, "and I'd rather not beat you to a pulp before we have this conversation."
"Ugh, just sod off, you big poof." Spike rolled his eyes, "I'm not having a bloody heart-to-heart with you."
"I haven't been the best sire and I know that." Angel shifted uncomfortably, but continued, "I tortured you, I made Drusilla the way she is, and I made you take care of her when I left. I shouldn't have done that. But, I'm different now. We both are."
"Just stake me, nancy boy." the blond pulled at the thick manacles securing his wrists to the bed posts, "I am not listening to this. Go to the Slayer if you want to bloody apologize. I hate you, you hate me, and no bloody talk is going to change that."
Angel forced Spike to look at him with a bruising grip on his chin, "I am your true sire and you know it, boy. I'm going to remind you of that."
The younger vampire's string of curses was cut off by the elder letting out a growl and his vamp face resurfacing.
"What the bloody h*** do you think you're…." a muffled cry escaped his throat as Angel shoved his head into his left arm and yanked the collar of his black t-shirt over his shoulder, roughly sinking his fangs into his neck.
"Let me go, you big poof!" Spike tried to fight, but found himself unable to move.
Angel was holding him down, biting harder on his exposed neck just above his collarbone. The minutes ticked by and Spike lost track, slipping slowly into darkness as he lost his crimson life force.
Finally, when he was barely conscious, Angel stopped, running his tongue over the puncture wounds to heal them faster. Buffy had read about it in one of Giles' books and said it was icky and weird. Good thing she'd never find out about this.
He patted Spike's face, "Spike, look at me."
The blond's blue eyes opened slightly, "Stupid wanker…"
Without a word, Angel pulled out a knife and cut his hand, pressing it over his grandchilde's lips.
Spike, too weak to really do much else, let his grandsire's blood gather in the back of his throat, refusing to swallow it, and breathed through his nose.
"Stupid, boy. Still think you need to breathe." Angel looked at him, "You'll have to swallow it eventually. I can keep you here all night, Spike."
Eventually, the scent and Spike's reflex won out. A sire's scent was a powerful thing, as was their bond, no matter how much either of them hated it.
Spike gulped down the blood like a schoolboy with a juicebox. His brain screamed at him to stop, but his body couldn't bring him to do so.
"Missed it, didn't you?" an amused smile broke through some of the mocking in Angel's voice.
Stop it, you bloody idiot! He is not your sire. he inwardly screamed, You hate him.
He is in every sense that matters. his emotions argued, You need him. You missed him.
Once Spike was a bit less groggy, Angel pulled his hand away, receiving an involuntary growl of protest from his reclaimed childe.
He freed the blond's wrists and wrapped a bandage around his own hand, "You're as much my childe as you are a vampire. That chip in your head and our grudges against each other don't change that. Not even Buffy."
I hate him. Spike thought to himself. But, his instincts said otherwise.
He rolled over on the bed and chose not to respond, too tired to try to argue. Angel got in on the other side.
Spike scooted closer, hating himself for doing so. The reclaiming and sharing blood always made the childe feel needy, much like the lost fledgling they started as.
Buffy better never find out about this.
"Angel…" he almost whimpered.
G**. I might as well be a bloody infant.
Angel hesitated a moment, then pulled him to his chest and ran a hand through his hair, "I won't leave you again, Spike."
He wanted to push him away, to call him a nancy boy poof and curse like never before. Instead, Spike found himself pressing his face into his sire's neck and taking in his scent, enveloping himself in the comfortingly familiar aroma.
G**, he'd be the laughing stock of the whole bloody world if anyone found out about this. Stupid, nancy boy, Angel and his bloody power over him as a d*** sire.
As Spike inwardly seethed, the unlocked door swung open and a familiar teenage girl tromped in, "Hey, Angel, Buffy needs help and Spike's skipped town or something. Do you think you could-Oh, my G***..."
The two vampires jumped, Spike falling off the edge of the bed.
"Dawn..." Angel started, but didn't know what to say.
"Wait 'til Buffy hears about this!" Dawn shook off her initial shock and laughed.
"Wait, Little Bit, this isn't what it looks like..." Spike held up his hands and started trying to explain.
"Buffy said you guys are always weird around each other. Wow. I gotta tell everybody about this." she ran out the door to tell the Scoobies.
"Dawn!" Spike yelled after her, "Don't tell your bloody sis! D*** it! That's just great. Now, I'm a neutered vampire and banging the Slayer's other ex. Xander'll have a field day with that."
Angel groaned, "We can explain everything to them later."
"Little good that'll do. I'm done. No one hears about this." he slipped on his duster and stormed out the door, "The Slayer can find a new pet vamp. And don't you go following me!"
Angel sighed and stomped after the Brit, knowing from years of experience he was just being overdramatic, again. He could already sense the blond wanting his sire, yet, always prideful, he continued in the opposite direction, the brunette trailing behind him. This was going to be a long night.