Annoying Angel Pays Off

Chapter One – Not Since Budapest

Angel glared across the table at the blond and growled, "I swear, Spike, if you don't knock it off right now…"

Spike smirked insolently then spun the pen noisily on the smooth table top… again. "What're you gonna do, Peaches? Spank me?"

Angel slapped a hand down on the table and barked in a tone that brooked absolutely no argument, "Everybody out. Now!" Lorne, Fred, Gunn, and Wesley all jumped to their feet while Spike stood slowly from his chair. Angel growled, "Except Spike. I need to have a 'discussion' with my Childe." His tone changed, turning into a Sire's command as he said quietly, "Sit down, boy."

Spike shivered in anticipation and dropped back into his chair. This was what he'd been waiting for since he'd been made corporeal. It looked like doing every little thing he could think of to annoy Angel since he'd been spit out of the amulet was finally going to pay off. Not that annoying Angel wasn't fun in its own right, but this… Spike shivered again.

The others quickly made their way out of the room, Lorne stopping in the doorway long enough to say, "I'll have Harmony clear your schedule for… the rest of the day?" Angel nodded curtly and Lorne dipped his head in acknowledgement. "I'll also explain to the rest of the group that this…" he waved vaguely at the two vampires, "…isn't anything they need to worry about. It's a demon thing." Angel nodded again and Lorne winked at Spike. "Have fun, Crumbcake."

Spike grinned. "Plan on it, Green Jeans."

When the door was closed, Spike turned back to see a glowering Angel getting to his feet. "Upstairs, boy. Move."

Spike nodded acquiescence and got to his feet, hurrying through the office to the elevator. Angel stepped in beside him and when the doors slid shut, he turned and stepped in front of Spike, looming over the smaller man. "You've been asking for this since you got here. You want it that bad?"

Spike nodded, his mouth dry as he looked up into the dark-haired vampire's face. He cleared his throat and whispered, "Yes, Sire. Please."

"We haven't done that since Budapest, over a hundred years ago. And we both have souls now. We shouldn't want it."

"I know that and I don't care. I don't just want it, Angel, I need it, and I think you do, too. We've both been driftin' since we got ourselves all souled up and we need to…"

"Re-forge our family bond." Spike nodded and Angel sighed. "What about Buffy?"

Spike quirked an eyebrow. "What about 'er? She's got nothin' to do with this. It's a family matter."

"I know, but…"

"Neither one of us is with her, Angel, and even if we were, it still wouldn't make a difference. It's demon business, not human business."

"I know that, too, but if she finds out…"

"That we've shagged? She already knows."

Angel's eyes widened and he gasped, "How?"

Spike shrugged. "I told her. We talked 'bout a lot of things that last night in Sunnyhell. She didn't have a problem with it, if that's worryin' you. Made her hot, actually, thinkin' 'bout us together. Think she liked the bit 'bout the spankin' the most. She'd probably want to watch if she were here." He leaned close and said in a conspiratorial whisper, "Nearly shagged me blind after I told her."

Angel swallowed hard then turned and punched the button for the penthouse. "I don't have any supplies, Spike. I wasn't planning on this."

Spike smirked and reached into his pockets. "Got it covered, Sire." He pulled a large tube of lube from one pocket and a pair of handcuffs from the other. "They're not iron manacles, but they'll do, I reckon. Had 'em magicked so I won't be able to break 'em."

Angel closed his eyes and clenched his hands into fists at his sides. When he opened his eyes, they were dark with lust and need. He took the lube and cuffs from Spike's hands. "You forgot something, boy."

Spike dipped back into his pocket with a shake of his head. "No, I didn't." He held up a cock ring. "Bit fancier than the last one."

Angel took it as the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. He stepped out and tossed the lube onto the couch then turned and stalked off toward his bedroom. "I want you stripped and kneeling there when I get back."

Spike wasted no time. He shrugged out of his duster, tossing it over a chair, then kicked his boots off, not caring where they landed. His t-shirt floated to the floor, quickly followed by his jeans. He reached down and stroked himself a few times, not at all surprised to find his cock hard enough to pound nails. It had been quite a while since he'd been shagged properly… well, by a bloke, at any rate. The last time had been in the 50s. He and Dru had picked up a hot little Italian boy to play with for a few days, until Dru had snapped his neck in a fit of jealousy over the number of times he'd had his dick up Spike's arse.

Spike had just started for the couch when Angel stepped out of his bedroom. His predatory look of anticipation nearly made Spike climax on the spot. Angel walked over to the couch, still fully clothed, and sat down, scowling at the younger vampire. "You're not where I told you to be, boy."

Spike hurried over to kneel in front of Angel. "I'm sorry, Sire." Angel held up what he'd gone into his room to get – a large antique hair brush – and Spike's eyes widened. "Is that?"

Angel nodded. "Darla's brush. The one I used on you in Budapest."

"You kept it? All this time? Why?"

Angel lifted a shoulder in a slight shrug, "Sentimental value, I guess," then he smacked the brush down hard on his thigh. Spike jumped at the loud cracking sound and Angel said quietly, "That'll be fifteen strokes for being a general pain in my ass these past few weeks and five for disobeying me, boy, but first…" He set the brush down on the couch cushion then reached out, quickly fastening the ring tightly around the base of Spike's cock. "You don't get to come until I say so." Spike shivered and Angel said, "Assume the position."

Spike crawled up onto the couch and across Angel's lap, his cock pressed between his belly and Angel's thigh. His hip pressed against Angel's also hard cock and Angel moaned quietly as he picked up the brush. "Count them, boy."

He slapped the back of the brush down on Spike's right cheek and Spike yelped, "One, Sire!"

By the time Spike shouted, "Twenty, Sire!" his ass was a fiery red and he desperately needed to come. He panted and rolled his hips, rubbing his cock against Angel's leg.

Angel put the brush down and stroked a hand over Spike's inflamed skin then smacked his left cheek. "How many strokes do you deserve for making a mess of my penthouse?"

Spike pressed his forehead into the cushion with a moan then murmured, "Five, Sire?"

Angel continued to stroke, trailing his fingers into Spike's crack and across his hole. He pressed against the tight ring of muscle and Spike rolled his hips again. Angel reached for the lube and flicked the lid, coating two fingers before returning them to Spike's backside. He slowly slid one finger in then thrust gently, working Spike open. The second finger joined the first and Angel pressed a fingertip against Spike's prostate.

Spike pushed back against Angel's hand and panted, "Please, Sire."

Angel removed his fingers, causing Spike to whimper at the loss, and picked up the brush. "All right, since you said 'please,' but I think I'll give five strokes per article of clothing strewn around my living room."

He brought the brush down just under Spike's right cheek and Spike moaned, "One, Sire."

Nineteen strokes later, Spike whimpered, "Twenty, Sire. Please. I need to come."

"You'll get to, boy, eventually, but you know I have to come first."

Spike nodded against the cushion and slid off Angel's lap to a kneeling position on the floor in front of him. Angel leaned forward, looking hard at the tears on Spike's face. "Are you all right, William? We can stop this if…"

Spike smiled slightly. "Your bloody soul's tweakin' you, isn't it?" Angel nodded and Spike lifted a hand, resting it on Angel's knee. "I'm fine, Angel, I promise. Haven't been spanked like that since Budapest and I'd forgotten how much that bloody brush hurts. Now, if you want me to swallow your cock, you'll need to get out of your kit."

Angel looked down at his leg and smiled wryly at the wet patch on his thigh. "Need to anyway. Somebody made a mess of my pants."

Spike smirked and sat back on his feet, wincing as his heels dug into his sore ass, then looked down at his leaking cock. "Told you I need to come." He looked back up at Angel then nodded to the handcuffs. "Put those on and fuck my face… Sire."

Angel stood, snatching up the handcuffs as he did, and bent over Spike, securing his wrists behind his back with the cuffs. He straightened up and opened his pants, letting them slide down his legs. "Kneel up, boy, and put that mouth to its proper use."

Spike lifted himself off his feet and leaned forward, nuzzling at Angel's heavy balls. He licked and sucked them into his mouth then licked up Angel's shaft before gently taking only the head into his mouth. Angel growled and grabbed Spike's head in his hands then thrust forward. Spike swallowed, taking Angel to the hilt, then moaned around the flesh in his throat.

Angel drew back then slammed forward again. "Forgot how good you look like this, on your knees with my cock in your mouth. Should keep you like this all the time." Spike's eyes drifted shut as Angel roughly used him, holding his head tight and thrusting with abandon. Angel panted, "Look at me, boy," and Spike opened his eyes, gazing up into the dark eyes of his Sire. Angel howled and thrust forward, releasing deep in Spike's throat.

Spike swallowed, drinking down his Sire's essence, and his demon purred in satisfaction. This was what he'd been missing.

Angel released Spike's head and collapsed onto the couch, still panting. Spike licked his lips and swallowed several times then rasped, "That didn't give you enough happiness to detach that soul, did it, Peaches?"

Angel shook his head wearing a sad smile. "Soul's still there, Spike. Doing these things to you won't give me perfect happiness because I feel too guilty about it. I know I shouldn't like hurting you, using you… but I do."

Spike smiled. "Good, 'cause while broody you can be a buggerin' twat at times, I much prefer you to your bug-shaggin' crazy counterpart. He wasn't quite right that time in Sunnydale, wantin' to send the whole bleedin' world to hell." He shuffled forward on his knees and leaned down over Angel's lap, licking lightly at Angel's deflated cock. "Have I been punished enough to come, Sire?"

Angel rested a hand on Spike's head, keeping it in his lap, and said, "Bring me off again and we'll see, boy."

Spike set to work, quickly bringing Angel back to full hardness before swallowing him down, his nose buried in Angel's crinkly curls. Neither one heard the elevator doors open, but they both heard Wesley's startled gasp of, "Good Lord! What is going on in here?"