Ritual, Bonds and Unification

Part 3

Spike woke and stretched slowly against Jesse, blinking his eyes at the amused look in the molecular's eyes. He twisted and met Bren’s dark gaze with a tired smirk.

“Well?” Jesse demanded and raised a brow.

“Woof woof,” Spike rolled his eyes as he barked.

Bren laughed uproariously. “A puppy's for life...it's not just for Christmas anymore,” he smirked. Then he looked at Jesse's relaxed face with some confusion, losing his smile. Last night was like WOW! But, he wasn't too sure if he knew *this* Jesse.

A sexy I'll-fuck-you-aake-ake-you-my-bitch kinda Jesse. A take-charge Jesse. Whatever happened to the eager, almost bouncing Jesse?

“How...?” and he stopped unsure of how to phrase what he wanted to say, without sounding too insulting. And possibly getting his ass whipped, he thought. Then he felt his cock twitch in eager excitement.

“How come I'm such a domineering, ballbreaking, aggressive sonuvch ich in bed?” Jesse smiled at his friend, his lover...his love.

“Uhm...yeah?” Bren said hesitantly, giving the other a tentative smile.

“I bet yer were the smallest, huh?” Spike guessed shrewdly, idly trailing cool fingers up and down Jesse's thigh.

“Yep! Rich and short as hell,” the blonde molecular said cheerfully. “We were the idle rich kids of idle rich parents. We were always indulge at home so school was no different. And we learned about power games that our parents played, in the boardroom as well as the bedrooms. Those with power, dominate those with lessor power. Though if you had something another wanted...it became a game of supply and demand. You supply it and demand any damn thing you wanted. And boarding school was no different from a boardroom.”

“Just about every fuckin' kid bigger than me dominated me, forced me to do what THEY wanted me to do. Food, chores, sex...you name it. And I hated every last one of them! I had no control over what I wanted, what I needed. It was always about THEM. If I fought back, I got beaten up and hurt a lot worse. But if I did whatever they wanted me to do, they would leave me alone...at least for a while. And while the sex was sometimes okay, I got tired real fast of always being one of the school's bottom boys, of being not in control. And you know what?” He twisted to look at both men's fascinated faces.

“One day I turned the tables on my biggest tormentor. I don't know how I did it, but I think my powers were kicking in about that time. I flipped him over and rode his ass like I was driving a Maserati 320S. Vroooomm vroooomm! God, I came so hard I almost snapped my spine. It was so intense, I thought I had went blind. And my new bottomboy worshipped my dick like it was a new God. And once they got a taste of what I could do I made every last one of them squirming little slutty-ass bottom boys. It was all about control...and I had it all.” And a slow smile spread across his face at the startled look in Brennan's eyes.

“It was all about control,” he leaned up and whispered his words against the elemental's lush, passion swollen lips teasingly. “But now...it's all about love. Me loving you, you loving me...and us loving Spike and him loving us.” And he fell in love all over again with Brennan.

Brennan's eyes widened at the look within the deep blue eyes and thought about the day other slid the comm ring on his finger. And he realized that Jesse had the same look in his eyes then as he did now...

And then he let out a startled yelp as Spike rolled him over, then moaned delightedly at the searing kiss from the cool lips.

Spike straddled Brennan's hips and exchanged a look with Jesse. He saw the love on the other blonde's face for their dark-haired lover...and the same look of love was now also directed at him. He smiled and turned his attention back to Brennan as he planted his hands firmly on the younger man's pecs. He began rubbing his cool hard dick against the soft fur on his boy's belly even as Jesse's hungry hands begin playing peek-a-boo in his twitching hole.

And he hissed when Brennan began pinching his nipples, calling him a 'fuckin' sexy bastard' begging for his big cock to be 'shoved it up my ass'...something that Spike was in total agreement with. If his pet wanted to be fucked bowlegged, well, he was always ready to oblige.

Squirming, he felt Jesse's hot tongue penetrate his hungry ass, lubing him up the old-fashion way. And a positively wicked idea flashed through his mind. He raised a bit off Bren and then flipped the elemental over on his stomach. Then plunging his cool tongue deep within his pet's hot, flexing ass and easily rode the fluttering hole that was trying to make a serious attempt to engulf him, face first. Wasn't like he could get any deeper into Bren’s....and he inhaled sharply, swiveling his own hips when Jesse began ramming his hard digits deep into his aching hole.

By now he was crouching on his hands and knees, alternating nibbles and plunging tonguework deep into his dark-haired lover’s lovely little pucker. And his cry of pleasure was muffled in Bren’s ass when Jesse twisted around and swallowed his drizzling shaft whole, sucking noisily and enthusiastically, while still sliding his hard fingers into him.

Bren panted at the incredible sensation, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head. He arched his back when Spike buried a couple of fingers in his greedy bottom hole and it only got better when his vampire began pulling on his hard drooling shaft.

“Oh God Spike, just fuck me already,” he moaned demandingly, eagerly pushing his ass back for more and firmly ignoring the lewd chuckle from his vampire lover. As long as he got fucked with that cool lengthy shaft he didn’t give a damn how much Spike laughed at him.

“Horny little slut aren't cha,” Spike tried to say, but it just came out in a ragged moan as Jesse did something incredible with his fingers and that long, serpentine tongue. Jesse let go of Spike's hard shaft to say, 'And so are you,' before popping his tasty treat back in his mouth and gave one final swirl of his tongue around the large mushroom head. He smacked Spike's ass a couple of times to get his attention and smirked at the reluctance of the vampire to stop worshipping at Bren's ass.

Spike knelt behind Brennan and lined up his cock just until the flange caught on his dark-haired lover ass ring. And he waited with strained patience for Jesse to position himself behind him, trembling with need, he waited for the signal and ignored how Bren's horny ass kept trying to impale itself on his cock.

Jesse gritted his teeth as he sank into cool velvety tightness, leg oug out his breath in a harsh sigh of pleasure. He easily moved with Spike’s backstroke when the other dropped down hard into Bren's ass.

Bren gripped the headboard and tried to braced himself, but despite his preparation he still howled when Spike plunged deep into his itchy hole, feeling immediate relief at the easing of his itch.

And the race was on.

Jesse rode Spike hard and fast. Furiously grunting and bucking as he brutally tore into the pale, flexing ass. And the blonde vampire tried to see how far and deep he could shove his rigid cock into Bren's greedy hole that was fast gobbling up his cool hardness with reckless abandon.

The bedroom was filled with the sweet sounds of sex...the slap of skin on skin as big pricks plunged into well-lubed assholes. Loud screams and cries of More! Harder!
and Faster! came from the staining figures undulating on the bed. While faces were transfigured in ecstasy, in rapturous bliss.

And when Spike felt Bren's asslips begin to shudder and clench even tighter around him he knew his pretty boy was close to release. So he rammed his hips harder into Bren's madly flexing ass while Jesse started pounding into him like a pile drive. Hoarse breathing was coming from all three, eveike.ike. And he let out a breathy moan when liquid heat gushed into his ass just before Jesse’s harsh shout of release.

And Jesse's spitting cock triggered his own and he growled as he rammed into Bren's gobbling sheath one final time. Then as his cool load flooded his lover hot, fluttering bottomhole he reached around and wrapped a hand around Bren's throbbing shaft, harshly pulling the cum from his precious boy. And when he heard Bren scream his name, he plunged his fangs deep into his mortal lover, drinking deep of the rich blood delicately seeded with the aphrodisiac of the elemental's heated rush. He lazily continued to pump and grind into Bren's spasming pucker while he continued to sip from the boy as warm cum flowed over his hand.

Jesse raised Spike's cum drenched hand and slowly cleaned each and every digit, making him throb and grow harder in Bren's greedy ass. But this time, his stiffy wasn’t for their dark haired lover, now it was Jesse's turn.

Spike withdrew his burgeoning erection from Bren gripping sheath. He shifted over to Jesse, who was now sprawled on his back. And still sucking on the vampire's cool digits, watching as the pale marbled shaft got harder and harder with each warm lick of his tongue.

And grabbing Jesse's ankles, Spike spread the long legs wide. He was after a nice tight ride. He smiled approvingly as Bren straddled Jesse head and faced him, the elemental's cock slowly rising to half-mast. And when he saw Jesse's hands grip Bren’s hips then the look of blissed-out pleasure on the dark haired man's face as he hunched back and forth, he knew the boy was obviously getting a nice cleaning job from his mate.

Then Spike slowly entered Jesse's incredibly tight....incredibly hot...incredibly scorching ass. And after giving the boy a few seconds to adjust, he began to stroke inside that grasping, horny passage. But it wasn't enough, he thought, eyeing Bren's thick shaft. It was swaying enticingly with every movement of the elemental's body as he was licked cleaned of the vampire’s seed by Jesse's limber tongue.

Spike licked his lips and threw Jesse's legs over his shoulder before sucking Bren's hard throbbing length down his throat. Ah yess, much better, he thought in satisfaction. Then he was lost in the consuming pleasure of ramming deeply into Jesse's hungry sheath and gobbling down Bren's hard organ with long swirling licks of his tongue.

Brennan cried out when Spike deepthroated him and pumped his dick heavily into the blonde's cool mouth. “OH FUCK!” he howled, writhing his ass on Jesse's face and he sobbed for breath. In the midst of so much pleasure, he had forgotten that his lover could go from tangible to intangible, from soft to....he moaned deeply...to a fuckin' iron bar ramming into his ass. And he fucked his ass faster on Jesse's fat, rock solid tongue, never knowing when it would go back to squirming liquid heat or a rigid pole.

And remembering how much Spike had loved it, he began to play osculating waves over their joined bodies. His body jerked spasmactically from the intense feeling washing over him...over them...as he felt his lovers' sensual attention increase dramatically. Still humping back and forth, between the sensations of Spike's greedy attention and Jesse's ravenous mouth, he carefully leaned over and plunged his fingers deep within Spike's hungry ass. And his eyes nearly rolled back in his head at the vibrations that went through his rod at the muffled howl the vampire gave when he began fingerfucking that quivering hole.

And he became nothing more than pure sensation as he was eaten, fore and aft. He barely had enough control to play a ultraviolet wash of energy into Spike's cool interior, and he stiffened even more at the whimper, then purr the vampire gave. Then it was his time...his turn to whimper and thrash about. Every pull of his hips onto Jesse's face, drove a hard flickering tongue straight at his nerve bundle. And one quick glance over his shoulder, showed that his lover's face was buried in his ass. That was enough to send him over with a shattered scream of release as he flooded Spike's sucking mouth with, it seemed, a gallon of cum.

Jesse had gone partially intangible in pursuit of Bren prostate, sinking his face deep into his lover's ass. And once inside, he massed his tongue at the small bundle of nerves that caused the elemental to go absolutely ape-shit.

Flick.

Flick.

Flick.

And he withdrew his face as with a hoarse shout Bren came. Dropping his head back on his pillow, he lay gasping for breath from his efforts and from Spike’s almost brutal plunges into his horny pucker. Writhing and arching from the vampire's best efforts to pulverize his ass with that huge dick. Then his blonde immortal lover hit his joy spot at just the right angle and he spasm with a howl of pleasure. And he could feel the liquid drops of his cum splashing on his sweat slicken flesh as Spike increased his pounding strokes, then stiffened with a wild shout of triumph. He cried out again as he felt lightening pain blossom in the inside of his thigh. And it was a strange kinda painful pleasure that forced a second orgasm from his tired dick.

Brennan had rolled to the side, his asshole still fluttering in the aftermath of his violent come. His eyes were knowing, however, when Spike looked at him with blood smeared lips. And they both look at the neat set of holes high up on Jesse’ inner thigh.

Jesse looked up at Spike. “Claimed or not, I'm still in control.”


Spike lay exhausted under the considerable slumbering weight of his lovers and began ruminating over the night before. His eyes becoming icy slits as he carefully went over the events of the previous nights.

Emma…hmmm, that little girl can get into my mind, make me do things that I might not like wantin’ t’do. I already got rid of one controlling chip, I ain’t looking to get something or someone to control me.

And his face was smooth and expressionless as he calculated what he needed to do. Best not let me pets find out though, he smiled fondly down at his two lovers. Wouldn’t do to have them know that I killed one of their friends, they probably wouldn’t take it too well so I need to make it look like an accident.

Decision made, he carefully eased from between the limp exhausted bodies and headed for the shower.

el del dressed rapidly after his shower, smiling wistfully down at his sleeping lover. And silently he blessed Cordy for bringing in his overnight bag a hea headed downstairs for breakfast.

And entering the kitchen, he tossed a slow smile at a blushing Emma and smirking Shalimar as he headed for the refrigerator.

“Sorry about the mess we left last night,” he softly apologized as he withdraw a bag of blood and placed it in the microwave.

“Nah, don’t worry about it. S’long as you had a good time and didn’t hurt the kid,” Shal easily dismissed his words of apology with a twinkle in her eyes. Despite his overly paleness, she kinda liked the dead guy. Course, you really didn’t meet too many vampires so maybe he wasn’t typical of his species.

Angel smiled at the microwave. “Oh, Xander definitely was not hurt last night nor will he ever be hurt, especially not by me.”

He turned as Spike strolled into the kitchen and he became extremely still, before moving to sit next to Shalimar.

Then, speaking extremely softly but knowing the feral mutant could hear him, he told her to get Emma out of the kitchen. NOW.

Shal blinked and she laughingly pulled a protesting Emma out of her chair…claiming urgent business upstairs that she needed Emma’s help.


Spike raised a brow and watched the two girls leave the kitchen before turning back around and then leapt backwards at the sight of Angel standing right in front of him.

“Cor, mate! Oi! Yer almost gave me an heart-attack...that is if me heart still were beatin'...” he tried to smirk at the cool expression on Angel’s face. Then gradually his face lost all expression.

Angel's head tilted as he examined his only grandchilde with a thoughtful expression. Then his fist slammed into Spikes face with a harsh, brutal crunch, spinning the other into the wall with a sickening, hard crack. Had Spike been human, he would have been dead.

Wesley, coming into the kitchen, jumped away as Spike slammed into the wall and fell to his knees. And the ex-watcher backed away as the blonde vampire looked up. Seething rage was etched on the snarling, demonic face. Wesley's fear began spiraling almost out of control as he met Angel's cold and ruthless eyes. He was sure he could almost see a smirking Angelus’ looking back at him before that deadly arctic gaze was returned to Spike.

“Childe, I raised you to be what you are when Drusilla could not. I trained you in the way of the hunt…to know and to understand the prey. To calculate the best way to take down your prey without causing alarm. I taught you *everything* you know! And I also taught you the meaning of a Lifedebt…what is owed to another that saves your life. I made you learn the Lore, the law by which the Nosferatu live…how we’ve existed for so long. And now you would bring shame and dishonor to the Clan of Aurelius. To ME?!” Angel hissed as he stalked around the seething but fearful childe.

Spike did not pretend that he didn’t know why Angel was so pissed. “She is a threat to me!” He snarled, not daring to raise his eyes. “YOU taught me that threats must be eliminated.”

At that Angel froze and then he purred with silky menace. “And what of the Lifedebt you owe the girlchild?”

“I owe her NOTHING,” Spike growled deep in his chest, furious that Wesley watched him being chastised like a fledgling. “I never asked her t'remove the chip. I was willin' to accept Letum at your hands.”

“Wrong answer, boy!” And a terrifying grip seized his throat. He was lifted into the air to meet Angel’s deadly, frozen eyes. Fear and terror raged through him in equal measure at the depths of the towering rage his grandsire was in.

“And you may yet find that death. I accepted her help...for you! As it isRIGHRIGHT! I requested her aid to save the life of an impudent, foolish childe. My only grandchilde and yet you would spit on what I did, boy?! Perhaps you are not fit or honorable enough to belong to the Clan of Aurelius,” Angel mused coldly, never taking his eyes off of Spike. Then he sighed and shook his head.

“You have always been shortsighted, Spike. Never seeing the benefits of aligning yourself with humans, to allow them within the clan. Humans can go where we cannot, they can walk in the sun while we must remain hidden. The girlchild, she walks in minds, you idiot! And you would take her life?! Do you understand the power that she possess, that they all possess…a power that can be can be harnessed to defend us against more like them?! YOU FOOL!” Angel threw Spike into the wall and then he glided over to the downed vampire. And grabbing a handful of blonde hair, he yanked Spike’s head back to meet his eyes.

“Hear me, Spike…William the Bloody…Childe of Drusilla for I will say this but once. As Master of the Clan Aurelius these people, Emma DeLauro, Jesse Kilmartin, Brennan Mulwray, Adam Kane and Shalimar Fox are under MY protection. As well as Alexander Harris, Cordelia Chase, Wesley Wyndham-Price, Rupert Giles, Willow Rosenburg and Buffy Summers…if you should even think of harming them, then I will make your darkest nightmares come true. Do you understand me?” Angel whispered softly, his eyes quietly remote. And looking into those dangerously still eyes Spike was absolutely sure that his grandsire would do it…would kill him to protect these humans.

“I…I…understand...” Spike whispered hoarsely, his head stinging from the painful grip Angel had on his hair.

“Good boy...” Angel purred and smoothed the tumbled locks he had gripped so tightly, “You were always too shortsighted to plan longterm. Give it time and you will come to see the benefits of allying with humans. You will soon come to know the value of having human protection just as they will reap the benefit of OUR protection. ”
el sel stood erect and quietly regarded a terrified Wes before gliding closer. “What’s the matter, Wes? You look like you’ve never seen me before in your life.” And he raised a brow at the stunned look that was slowly developing in the other man’s eyes.

“I…I…just…just never…thought you would....could be so calculating,” Wes choked out. He swallowed heavily and ed ted to back away from Angel.

“So you think me cold and calculating for trying to save your life? Or have you’ve finally taken off the blinders you’ve been wearing ever since you came to L.A. and joined me and Cordy?” Angel shook his head, laughter slowly building in his eyes.

“Wes, I really think you need to have a talk with Cordy or even Willow. I am as I have always been, you’re just not used to seeing this side of me. You seem to have gotten this romanticized vision of me as some kinda of knight in tarnished armor, struggling to find my redemption. I don’t want redemption, I simply want what I’ve always wanted, what every being wants…to be safe and secure. My security rests on the shoulders on the humans I’ve lay a claim on. I protect you and you protect me. Do you understand?” Angel smiled at the ex-Watcher.

“And Xander? Where exactly does he fit in this little arrangement?” Wesley inquired with remarkable steadiness, despite the fact that his knees were shaking in dread.

Angel lost his smiling expression. He glanced over his shoulder at Spike then back to Wesley. “Where he has always fitted: with me. Xander belongs to me. And until I was made whole, it would have been extremely…imprudent and dangerous for Angelus to have gotten a hold of Xander. My darker self knew only of one way to show affection towards another. And Xander would have either died under Angelus ‘loving’ attention or been driven insane.”

“What does Xander think about this?” Wes asked, straightening up and standing tall under Angel’s darkening gaze.

“Surprisingly enough, I’m okay with it,” Xander answered quietly. He met Wesley’s surprised eyes as the other spun around in shock.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve always assumed by the admiring glance that you’ve directed towards any extremely well-proportion female that your interests lay in that direction. I just did not want to presume that Angel was pressuring you into something that you were adverse to.” ey bey back was ramrod straight as he spoke. He was determined, if able, to protect the boy from Angel’s unwanted advances.

Xander regarded the ex-Watcher with a great deal of surprise. He looked at Angel and blinked at the proud look on the vampire’s face and smiled as he finally understood.

“You know, I can’t believe how much you’ve changed. A few years ago you probably would have peed in your pants at confronting a demon without any form of protection. But here you are, standing your ground without a cross or a stake in hand to protect you from Angel if he was pissed off at you. Thanks, man.” Xander gave the Watcher a nod of appreciation before sliding past him and giving Angel a shy kiss in passing as he headed for the fridge.

He ignored Spike’s growl at him. Enough reading of Giles’ book gave him the knowledge that the only one he really had to worry about would be Angel.

Wesley gulped as it finally sank in what he had really did. And slowly, dread almost freezing his limbs, he turned to face Angel…blinking at the look of pride bursting on the vampire’s face.

“Welcome to the family, Wesley. I am so proud of you, my boy!” Angel laughed and impulsively pulled the startled human into a hug before turning back to Spike.

“Spike, until I tell you otherwise Emma and your boys are your primary responsibility to keep alive. If she gets hurt, I’m blaming you and will treat you accordingly, is that clear?” Angel growled, his eyes slowly darkening to a dark maroon as he gazed at his grandchilde.

“Clear....” Spike growled and strode past a jittery Wesley, heading back to his boys for some loving comfort.

And stomping up the stairs, into the bedroom, he paused a moment to simply enjoy the erotic sight of his two precious boys before waking them up in the most pleasurable way.
A nicely hardening shaft in his mouth, another in his hand and he was as close to heaven as a demon like him would ever get.

Loud screams and shouts, faintly made their way down to the first floor. And Angel couldn't stand it anymore as he quickly threw Xander over his shoulder and ran back to their bedroom, where their cries and screams joined the triad mates.


With minutes before sunset, Cordelia stumbled back to the safehouse and collapsed in an exhausted heap in a chair.

“Angel, if I ever forget what a sweet, lovable person you are, just remind me of today and all will be forgiven. You and Spike were the Scourge of Europe but you ain’t got nothing on me! Man, I was THE Ultimate Bitch from Hell that all store clerks fear and dread! I had them groveling before I left them shaking, practically pissing in their pants. Boy, I went so Angelus on them that I even scared myself!”

“But it’s done! No store was spared my esteemed presence…ladies and gentlebeings, the mansion is now officially ready for occupation.” Cordy gestured extravagantly, allowing them to bask in the glory of Cordelia Chase.

Shalimar and Emma raised their brows and regarded the brunette girl with puzzled eyes before Emma leaned over to Spike, “Is she always like this?”

“No...” Spike answered shortly. He was still a little upset over his new responsibilities. “Sometimes she can be a real pain in the ass.He wHe was in a better mood from the attention of his sweet boys. He smirked lewdly, course they were finding it a bit difficult to sit comfortably.

Angel regarded the numerous bags surround her chair. “And whose bags are those or should I just pretend that I don’t see them?” he asked dryly.

Cordy gave him a haughty glance. “Angel, as your secretary and Seer it’s very important that I present a very professional look to your clients.”

“So how much did you spend?” Angel raised a brow at her.

“After everything I’ve done for you, all the shopping that I wore myself to the bone? All the headaches I get from the visions? Angel, are you really putting a price on our friendship?” She protested, sounding wounded to the core.

“How much?” Angel replied wearily.

“Angel, surely you don't expect me, as a representative of Angel Investigations to go around looking cheap and tacky, do you?” She shifted gears immediately, since guilt wasn’t working.

By this time Shal and Emma were silently shaking with laughter.

“Cordy, just tell me how much....” Angel sighed and rubbed his forehead.

“I even bought everything on sale!” she cried angrily getting to her feet and shaking her fist at him.

“I'm sure you did and that was very thoughtful of you, but how much did you spend?” Angel repeated patiently.

“Okay, tell you what I’m gonna do: why don't we just consider this my raise for the next two months?” Cordy asked magnanimously, giving him a wide sparkling smile.

Then with a sigh Angel gave in. He was going to lose the battle anyway.


And shortly he had everyone in the safehouse moved into the mansion, explaining to a dubious Adam that it provided much better protection than the other house.

Once there he quickly turned the running of the household over to Cordy. Ordered Spike to summon Clan Aurelius to the mansion within three weeks and then dragged a very willing Xander into the third floor master bedroom. They didn’t come out until late the next afternoon, though screams did drift faintly down to the second floor.

And Xander took an immediate three week vacation from the construction site. Which was good thing, because almost without let up, Angel decided to take up residence in his boy's ass.

Mornings found him plunged balls deep into the boy’s slightly loosen hole, many times while Xander was still partially asleep. But by mid-morning the young mortal was on his hands and knees in Angel’s study, moaning from the deep lunges into his hungry body. Or better yet, perched on Angel's big executive desk investigating how deep his dick could go in the vampire's mouth. Balls deep they discovered after repeated attempts.

Xander's lunchtime consisted of a bellyful of cum, followed by solid food. And by mid-day he was flat on his back with Angel seriously trying to nail his ass to the table in their bedroom. Or sometimes he was hammering Angel's horny ass to the floor.

And then by sunset he was again flat on his back, with Angel gripping his raised leg, being ridden to a screaming, earthshattering climax.

And during the day, while Angel was pounding Xander into a puddle of cum, Spike's was silently rebelling. He was still trying to figure out how to get around Angel's order without getting himself killed...or having his boys find out. He saw some things about the girl that he liked but there was no way he could allow the mindwitch to be around him for too much longer. However he was forced to change his mind in a moment of decision regarding Emma when he was relaxing in the library.

He was idling smoking and reading a book of poetry when he heard the door open and close. And peering over the edge of the couch he was lying on, his lips tightened angrily at the sight of the mindwitch. He got to his feet, in preparation of storming out and then blinked at the look of pain that flickered across her face. A frown slowly settled on his face at the way Emma held a shaky hand to her head after she hoisted herself up on the windowsill and leaned against the glass. And despite himself he was curious.

“Ya okay?” he asked reluctantly, deciding to blame his interest on Angel's threat to hurt him if she got hurt.

Emma yelped in surprise and lost her balanced on the windowseat. She started to fall and she closed her eyes in anticipation of the pain of hitting the floor.

And surprised at the absence of pain, she cautiously opened her eyes...and gazed into arctic blue gaze. Patting his shoulder absently, she blinked at the floor, then the arms that held her securely.

“Uhm...thank you...” she said warily, carefully easing out of his arms. She had initially sought this room because of the quiet. It felt so peaceful. Damn! She didn't know why but she had a bad feeling that Spike really couldn't stand the sight of her and she sighed. But that was the story of her life. Either people want to use her or are afraid of her but it all boiled down to the same thing: kill Emma! Only with Shal, Adam, Bren and Jess had she ever been able to let down her guard.

Spike regarded the girl with a thoughtful frown as he stood erect. “Why are ya in here anyway? I'd thought that ya loved being around yer friends. I thought ya was a partygirl, like Buffy. All bright lights and fancy clothes.”

“Yeah...w I w I was like that,” Emma frowned slightly in disgust at her previous life. “All the noise of the party scene helped me sorta stay sane. It wasn't so bad when I was surrounded by all those unfocused minds. I could hide myself a little, you know. Only once in a while would I ever find a mind focused on one particular thing and when I did, I I got out and went to go to another club.” And she began wandering around the room, wondering why her head wasn't hurting anymore, better yet why was she talking about this with Spike?

“Whadaya mean, it helped ya stay sane? I woulda though ya would have enjoyed having all those minds around ya. Peerin' in on 'em, seein' their secret desires...,” he whispered, slowly stalking her. He frowned as she turned around and jumped when she saw him behind her.

“Stop sneaking up on me! I can't hear you,” Emma snapped irritably at him and then her eyes widen. “I can't hear you at all!” She screamed and hugged him impulsively, quickly releasing a stunned Spike and bouncing around the round in joy.

“Hold still ya, silly bint...” Spike scowled. And reaching out, he firmly held the girl still.

“Now, what d'ya mean ya can't hear me?” he asked her, his blue eyes wild with an unreadable emotion.

Emma smiled joyfully, “I can't hear you. That's why I come in here. It's far enough away everyone. I can meditate in here and tune everyone else out. But I didn't even know you were in here because I can't 'sense' you....oh God, I can't wait to tell Adam.” And Spike could barely restrain her eager bouncing.

Spike frown deepened as he asked slowly, “Ya mean ya can't see into my mind at all?”

“Nope...” Emma grinning delightedly, then her happy smile died away. “Oh....oh I see now...that's why you don't like me or want to be anywhere around me, isn't it?”

And she met his eyes steadily.

“Luv, ya took the chip out of me mia cha chip that controlled me. Ya can walk in minds, change how people react and ya thought that I should like ya?” Spike scoffed at her in disbelief, then blinked as something flickered across her face before she turned hastily away.

He hurt her feelings, he realized in bewildered wonder. And immediately blamed his regret on Brennan and Jesse. It was obviously their fault that he was having mushy feeling for the kid. He was a bloody vampire, so what di car care about walking McMeals? But he did care, he thought as he looked at her back.

His shoulders stiffened. Well, Peaches said that he'll hurt me if I hurt her and I guess that means her feelings too. He nodded firmly, glad that he had a reason for his behavior.

“Wot does it feel like? All them minds comin' at yer?” he called out to her as she was heading for the exit.

Emma stopped, this was the first time anybody ever asked her such a question. She cast a doubtful glance over her shoulder and tried to sense if he was being sincere, but he was still a closed book to her. The only way she knew he was there was because of her eyes.

She slowly wandered back to him. “I saw something in Angel's mind about a blood frenzy that'll overtake a fledgling when they first Awaken.”

“Yeah, so..?” Spike replied absently, his eyes were curious as he watched her. “When we first Awaken as a vampire, the smell of blood is nearly overwhelm...,” and his eyes widened as she nodded.

“Now imagine feeling like that for the rest of your life. I'm sorta like a nonfledgling vampire.” Her lips quirked at her words.

“But I'm still a fledgling. With a lot of practice, I can sometimes block out other peoples minds, even the more focused minds and get along just fine. But sometimes...sometimes it doesn't work and they break through. All those minds, yelling, screaming, shrieking at me...,” she whispered. And looking inwards as her worst nightmare began and she started to shake as she felt her barrier weaken, start to crumble....

...Xander: mind screaming, washing over her in red orgasmic waves of desire....Shal: exercising, trying to block out the pheromones that were triggering her mating urges...Adam: talking intently to Wesley, about the Sunnydale situation, demons, devils, vampires....Jesse and Brennan: searching intently for Spike, their lust and desire beating at her, surrounding her...

And she started banging at her head, trying to control herself, trying...but knowing that she was going to fail...

Then a curtain was slid across the raging emotions, giving her time to breath. Time to try an erect her shaky mental barriers...slowly becoming aware that she was clasped securely in cool arms. And she breathed raggedly.

Spike shifted the pale, sweating girl more firmly in his lap and simply waited. He didn't know what to do at first when her eyes looked blindly at him and she began to smell of fear and terror. And when she collapsed in a shaking bundle at his feet, he just had a bad feeling that Angel would blame him, so he sat down and pulled her into his lap. Very much surprised to smell her terror and fear lessening, then leaving.

“So what was that all about?” He asked quietly when it seemed she had gotten herself under control.

Emma smiled tiredly. “Oh, just me being stupid and relaxing my barriers. Unfortunately, I got caught up in everybody's thoughts and I couldn't break free. Their emotions were overwhelming me and were getting a little too intense. This feels nice, though. No thoughts, no worries.” And she fell silent for a few seconds as she rested against Spike's chest, sighing softly as she felt her hair std.
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“Brennan and Jesse are looking for you,” she said quietly and tried to scoot out of his lap, but was firmly restrained.

“They can wait,” Spike replied equally quietly, pressing her back to him. In some ways, she reminded him a lot of Dru. At least a Dru when she was sicker and he took care of her. For him, those were his most treasured moments...to be needed.

“Oh...” Emma whispered softly, but relaxed against against him. “You know, there's something about silence that I absolutely crave.”

And Spike stiffened against her, understanding what she was implying. “Well, whenever it gets too bad, ya just come and see ole Spike and I'll sort ya out proper, deal?” He peered down into her face, hoping that she would accept his offer. He was gonna have a word with the others to make sure they kept an eye out for her and find him when it looked like she was loosing col. ol.

She needed him.

Emma breathed deeply, blinking as she considered his offer. Knowing that if she did, she would have to turn her back on her final solution to the madness. She a f a feeling that Spike could be very tenacious.

“Deal,” she promised quietly and fell asleep.

It was the start of a friendship that the others didn't suspect until he ran out of smokes early one morning and Emma volunteered to go to the store for more for him. She returned with Nicoret and a box of nicotine patches. Insisting firmly that he needed to stop smoking anyway. Brennan and Jesse looked on in awe as Emma ignored Spike's roaring and blustering, just silently extending the boxes to him until finally he snatched them out of her hands and stomped away. But she saw the tiny pleased grin on his face.

And when Angel grudgingly allowed Xander to take the mutants out to show them how the Scoobies patrolled Sunnydale, Emma and Spike's friendship became even more pronounced. With the blonde vampire providing back up, the younger members of the household had a pretty good time dusting any rogue vampire they came across.

However, Spike would become a whirling dervish to protect Emma if he thought a demon encroached too closely on her 10 foot of space. Beginning to see the side benefits of human allies. If for no other reason than they made conveniently handy meals. Not that he would ever snack on them, he hastily assured himself.

He got along well, of course, with Shalimar as the girl's feral nature almost matched his own. Though she did have those pesky morals to worry about, but give him time and he would break her of those bad habits.

But he thought he might need to change his mind about Cordelia since the silly bint seemed to enjoy baiting him and then hiding behind either Xander or Angel whenever he growled at her. Peeking over their shoulders with that nasty little smirk…a smirk that she copied from him, he thought indignantly.


As for Xander, finally getting Angel to let him patrol was a hard fought battle. But when he came home, back from patrol and saw that pale beautiful body spread out before him...it was worth every aching bruise. His lover was like a feast to his senses: sight, touch, taste and hearing.

Stroking his hands slowly over that pale glorious body; watching it come alive to his touch. Licking slowly, deliberately up the towering shaft and swirling his tongue around the drooling head. The taste exploding across his buds as encouraging moans from Angel simply spurred him on.

Nighttime was definitely his favorite time, Xander thoughts were dreamy. He sighed softly as he positioned the hard shaft and gradually work his ass down. Taking Angel deep into his body as he undulating his hips ecstatically on the huge organ. And lowering himself up and down on the thick rod, his head was tossed back in heady abandon as it finally became too much, too intense to bear. Then bracing his hands on the massive chest, he rode his bucking stallion faster.

And if he was very, very good he could make them both cum at the same time. It was amazing how many times he was able pull off that little trick.

And they would always fall asleep with Angel’s fingers thickly filling his nether hole, keeping him loose enough to slide inside if either got hungry during the night.

He loved nothing better than to get up in the middle of the night, taking care of his business in the bathroom and coming back, just pausing at the sight of that huge muscle towering in the air. Calling him sweetly, begging to be ridden. And hypnotized, he would be lining up his ass and sliding down that iron rod before he knew it. Waking Angel and fucking them both into oblivion. He always managed to fall asleep after that a smile of pure satisfaction on his face.


Of course during the day hours, Spike and his boys were also having a lot of fun too.

And Cordy finally had to drag Angel from the bedroom where he was enjoying his fun time with Xander. Yelling at him to do his duty and talk to his damn grandChilde. He needed to remind Spike that eating Bren in the dining room was not what the table was intended for. Just because Bren was sitting on a plate and Spike wore a napkin did not make it okay.

Then Wesley had to enlisted both Angel and Adam to talk to Jesse and Spike for playing in the game room. Explaining that playing in each other asses did not exactly qualify as a game, no matter how much fun they were having.


And as for Shalimar, the feral was slowly going insane with lust, drowning in all the pheromones lacing the air. Until finally early one morning she snapped, dragging both Adam and Emma into her bedroom.

Emma made her escaped a few hours later with a quick psychic jolt to the feral and ran to Giles. Adam wasn’t so ‘fortunate’. He wasn’t allowed to leave for a few more hours after Emma’s escape. He was just thankful that Shal had finally wore herself out before she permanently damaged him. And the bedraggled, limping man made his exhausted appearance at sunset.

With scratches and bite marks dotting his chest and back Adam gingerly searched for iodine and bandages. Opening the bathroom door, he blushingly and hurriedly backed out, stammering apologies to an extremely naked Wesley and Cordy. Not that he was sure they heard him if that blind look of ecstasy on Cordy’s face was any indication as she writhed in Wesley’s lap.