Spike heard Angel's breath, he smelled his skin. He smelled his blood. He blinked his eyes open, smiling at his sire. Angel looked so happy in his sleep.

Spike etched his face into his memory. He was bursting with energy, and hungry for blood, but he did want to leave the bed. Not yet. He grinned as he thought of a way to curb both and stay in bed a while longer.

He kissed Angel's chest and stroked his back. He glided his lips up to his neck, kissing and sucking on his skin.

Angel's eyes snapped open and he groaned as Spike's wickedly wonderful mouth worked over his neck.

"I see you're awake. Are you hungry?" Angel asked thickly, lust going straight to his head. Spike was the only one who could affect him like that. So quickly. So much. He couldn't control his reaction, either.

Spike nipped his Adams Apple, tearing a moan from Angel's throat. "Yes."

Angel was tempted to simply feed him from his own blood, but turning Spike had taken a lot out of him, and he hadn't replenished it.

"Let's go feed you." Angel went to move, but Spike straddled his waist and pinned his hands above his head with one hand. He was unbelievably strong for a fledgling.

"Spike, let me up. We need to feed." Angel wiggled his hands, but they were well secured by Spike's grip.

"Not yet. Not done." Spike bit down on his neck, but didn't break his skin.

Angel bit back a moan. Spike certainly wasn't acting like he was newly sired. Hell, he was acting like he was the sire, not Angel.

Angel attempted to flip Spike off, but he couldn't. He frowned. Spike should not be at full strength.

Spike nipped his earlobe and kissed up his jaw. He nuzzled his neck and went for his sweats.

Angel's demon didn't like being dominated by his childe. He tried to break free of his powerful grip, but he couldn't.

Spike growled and Angel was fairly certain that Spike's demon was driving. It probably had something to do with being a brand new vampire. That didn't explain his behavior or his strength.

Spike stripped them both of their pants with his free hand. "Mine," he whispered into Angel's ear.

Angel moaned and wondered how someone with no body heat could have such warm breath.

Spike dragged his fangs across his neck, drawing a thin line of blood.

Angel moaned and closed his eyes. He jumped a little when Spike's fingers pushed in swiftly. He was thankful that Spike had retained enough control to remember to prepare him.

Spike's fingers were gone and suddenly Spike was in him, filling him.

Angel strained against his hand, but found himself still trapped. It was torture not being able to touch Spike. He wanted to hold him. He suddenly remembered why he hated handcuffs, and other restraints.

Spike finally released his hands and buried his fangs into his neck. "Mine. Mine. You are mine," he growled.

Angel gasped and grasped at Spike's shoulders. "Yes. Yours, oh god, Spike, I'm yours."

Spike tilted his head, offering Angel his claim mark.

Angel immediately vamped and slid his fangs easily into his neck.

The two men clung to each other, drinking each other's blood and declaring ownership over the other.

Spike felt Angel tense underneath him, a sign that Angel was close.

Angel whimpered as Spike wrapped a hand around his length, pumping him in time with his hard and fast thrusts. The wide array of feelings drove him insane. It was too much. He saw lights flash as red hot ecstasy coursed through him.

He came in long, sticky streams and Spike followed him over.

Spike collapsed on his sire, lapping tenderly at his neck. "Mine," he murmured.

"Yours." Angel licked the mark on Spike's neck closed. "Mine," Angel whispered. There was still the question of why Spike was so strong, and able to deny his sire what he wanted, but those could wait. Angel couldn't contemplate them even if he wanted to. He brain didn't work yet.

Spike purred into Angel's neck, nuzzling him. "Yours."

Angel ran his hand up and down Spike's back. He reminded him of a big, content cat. He smiled and kissed the top of Spike's head.

"Good kitty," Angel chuckled and Spike nuzzled further into his neck, purring louder than ever.

Angel closed his eyes for a moment and thought, my kitty.