Midnight and Roses

Warnings: Anal sex, masturbation, vampire blood play.
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MIDNIGHT AND ROSES - CHAPTER 39


Spike was dreaming.

The small vampire knew that it was a dream because he was sitting at his Grandsire’s feet in a sunlit meadow, having high tea. Angel, Laureano and Gabriel sat opposite from them on a blanket, silver tea service spread out before them, smiling as they sipped their brew.

In all of his unlife, Spike had never taken high tea...

“I miss you, my little one,” Ambrosius said softly as he gently petted Spike’s platinum locks.

Spike leaned into the touch and closed his eyes. A lone tear made its way down his sculpted cheek.

“I miss you, too, Sire,” he whispered with a touch of melancholy in his voice.

Ambrosius let his eyes slowly drift to Angel and he smiled benevolently at the big man.

“Are you William’s beloved?”

Angel smiled shyly and stood up, shoving his hands into his pants pockets.

“Yeah... I mean...yes, Your Highness. Angel... I’m Angel...”

“Majesty, Angel,” Spike hissed under his breath. “It’s Your Majesty... and stop starin’!”


Angel was fascinated by the vampire king’s dark, olive skin glistening in the sunlight, the chiseled face that was offset by long, flowing, black hair beset with small, jeweled braids and wild flowers for a crown. It was like looking at a twin brother, only different, and he was enthralled.

“Oh, yeah... sorry, Your Majesty...” Angel corrected himself as he awkwardly shifted his weight from one foot to the other in embarrassment. He lowered his eyes so he wouldn’t stare at the mirror image of himself sitting regally in his ornately carved chair with Spike at his feet.

“Come to me, my sweet boy... let me look at you...” Ambrosius smiled and held out his hand.

Angel moved toward the older vampire and reverently took his hand, then knelt down at his feet and lowered his head in respect.

“Look at me, young one... let me look into your eyes...” the king said softly and reached over to lightly cup his new great-grandchilde’s chin in his big hand.

Angel raised his eyes and searched Ambrosius’ face, a feeling of apprehension starting in his gut. He wasn’t used to such soul searching scrutiny, especially now that he was Spike’s new childer as well as his lover, and he was afraid. A small shiver ran down his spine as his great-grandsire looked into his eyes and penetrated his psyche, touching him and his demon.

After several long moments, Ambrosius broke his regard of Angel and smiled at him serenely. Angel felt a gentle, spiritual caress and an overwhelming urge to bare his throat to his ancestor overtook him.

“Love William as he loves you, Angel” the elder vampire said softly, then leaned over and put a soft kiss on Spike’s claim mark.

Angel closed his eyes and moaned, his cock twitching to life when Ambrosius lowered his fangs and lightly scraped them over the skin below Spike’s mark and took a small taste. When the king ran his canines over his own wrist and offered it to him, Angel almost came in his pants.

Spike scrambled to support Angel when he went weak in the knees after taking a mouthful of Ambrosius’ blood. The power, love and acceptance that flowed from the vampire king’s essence was overpowering and he felt himself sway unsteadily before Spike caught him in his arms.

Laureano and Gabriel had moved quickly and surrounded Angel and Spike protectively when they had felt Angel strain emotionally and saw him swoon. The small circle hugged each other tightly and looked questioningly at Ambrosius.

To everyone’s surprise, the elder vampire got down on his knees with them. He offered his bleeding wrist to each of his children and kissed them lovingly on the lips after they had taken a small sip.

“Now, you must go, my sweet ones, with my blessing.”

Ambrosious stood and smiled sadly at each of the men.

“Love and care for your beloved as you do now... forever.”

While tears fell and undead hearts broke again, the lovers clung to each other as they watched Ambrosius turn and walk into a shaft of sunlight, disappearing into a soft, shimmering haze...

Spike and Angel, erect and asleep in each others arms, quietly sighed their release together, the two tiny abrasions near Angel’s claim mark bearing witness to being blessed by sire.


~ * ~


Angel listened intently to the song of the blood in his veins as he lay wrapped securely in his sire’s arms, his head on Spike’s chest. He sighed softly as he heard the life-giving elixir sing to him of love and family and home... of belonging. A slight, timid smile began to form on his lips as he watched Spike slowly rouse from his deep sleep.

Spike was exhausted and weak from blood loss, but there was no way that he would let Angel become distressed in the early hours of his new unlife. His eyes fluttered open to see his childe’s shy smile in front of him and he couldn’t help but smile back at Angel’s innocence.

“How’d you feel, luv? Rested, yeah?”

“Yes, Sire...” Angel whispered reverently.

Angel was hard again. Painfully. Purple and dripping hard. A part of him wanted to crawl up Spike’s body and kiss him fully awake like he had always done... before... but now, he was changed, needing Spike’s guidance, unsure of his place in their new relationship as sire and childe. So, he waited, aching for Spike... for Will... to take him and make him whole.

Spike could smell the arousal and apprehension pouring off Angel, and if that wasn’t enough, his childe’s stiff, weeping cock was throbbing against his hip, straining for attention. Spike was hard and wanting, too, the uncontrollable urge to mate with and fully claim Angel as his was making his blood boil.

“On your back for me, luv,” Spike gently ordered Angel as he bent down and softly kissed his lover’s lips.


Angel took an unnecessary breath and sighed with relief when Spike kissed him, then scrambled at once to obey his sire. Those few words from Spike had meant everything to the fledgling vampire, holding his very unlife in the balance. Those few words meant that nothing had changed for Angel. Those few words meant that Will, despite the title of sire, still loved and wanted him. With a soft mewl, he rolled out of Spike’s arms and spread his big frame across the bed, opening his legs wide in invitation.

Spike growled lustfully at the sight of his boy spread and wanting, his cock heavy and bubbling with copious amounts of precum, waiting to be taken. With a fluid grace, Spike slipped between Angel’s thighs and laid himself across his broad chest, making sure that his cock was pressed firmly against his lover’s weeping sex.

Angel cried out and tried to buck against Spike, but he was held down by strong arms, his cries of need smothered by Spike’s mouth demanding hungry kisses. He gasped and panted needlessly as his lover peppered his skin with wet, impatient licks and growling bites with blunt teeth, all the while grinding his hips down against their burning shafts.

“Will... gods... S-sire? Please... please...” Angel chanted as his balls drew up and he could feel the rush of cum start from his sac.

“Come with me,” Spike groaned against Angel’s throat as his own orgasm threatened to spill. He bit down hard on his childe’s shoulder without breaking the skin, triggering the most intense climax between them that they had ever known.

Without giving Angel a chance to recover, Spike reared up and gathered the spunk from their bellies and used it to prepare Angel’s needy hole. He shoved in one, then two cum covered fingers, working his boy into a frenzy when he scraped across his prostate again and again.

Angel was shaking and quivering and moaning with pleasure as Spike’s fingers scissored inside him. He took huge, gasping, unneeded breaths and fisted his hands into the sheets as his legs trembled to stay open. The overwhelming need to be bound to his sire was consuming every inch of him and it made him beg.

“Please, Will... now... fuck me... please...” Angel implored softly as he writhed under Spike’s skilled hands.

“Mine...” Spike growled and removed his fingers from Angel’s tight opening, replacing them with his heavy and dripping cock in one hard thrust.

Spike rode Angel gently at first, then their link opened and they became one, exchanging thoughts, feelings and memories, hopes and dreams. The blond vampire’s undead heart soared as he thrust into his lover and he sobbed uncontrollably at the intense feelings of love and acceptance, of claiming Angel as his own... for eternity... his childe and mate.

Angel wept as well, raising his hips to meet Spike’s thrusts. He ached for Spike to claim him, to show him what it meant to belong, to be his childe... to be his mate... forever.

Unable to control the untamed demon lurking beneath his skin, demanding recognition by sire, Angel slid into game face, the bones in his skull crunching as it took on the ridges and fangs of his vampire. Spike slid into game face as well, unable to hold in his demon any longer.

The two vampires behind their amber eyes came to the fore, howling and snarling, both fighting for dominance until Spike leaned over Angel and lowered his fangs against his throat, his thrusts into Angel’s willing body becoming harder and faster.

Angel moaned in excitement and anticipation when he felt Spike’s fangs rub against his throat and he arched his back, trying to gain relief for his neglected, weeping cock. He grabbed Spike’s ass cheeks and pulled him hard against his body, unable to quell his need to have his sire embedded deeply inside of him.

Spike groaned low in his throat as he ground his hips harder into Angel’s friction-warmed ass. He wrapped his arms around the big chest and growled quietly before he kissed the silver scar on Angel’s throat and ran his fangs gently over it.

“By my mark... by my blood... by my seed... bound to you. Forever mine...”

Spike intoned the sacred words reverently before he moaned in ecstacy and came and came, shooting his thick, creamy fluid deep into Angel’s bowels. Then, as he shuddered his release, he plunged his fangs in up to the hilt in Angel’s throat for the intoxicating taste of his new childe’s blood. It was stronger, sweeter than he had remembered; it tasted of family and love and happiness and Spiked wept as he drank.

“Yours... Sire!” Angel cried out and came hard in the first intense orgasm of his unlife when he felt the exquisite pain of Spike’s fangs sinking into his throat. It was harder than he had ever cum before and it made him sob as he was both filled and drained at once, the bite becoming a link to Spike... his sire... for eternity.

“Drink from me, childe... be mine...” Spike whispered softly to Angel as he released his fangs and offered him his throat.

Angel hesitantly wrapped his muscular arms around Spike and cradled the back of his head in one big hand. With Spike’s urging, he gently slipped his canines into the cleft between Spike’s shoulder and neck and climaxed again as he tasted his sire's life-giving nectar.

Spike’s second orgasm came when, with a little encouragement, Angel drank from him as he held him tightly in his arms. He closed his eyes and softly bit into his claim mark again, sending loving thoughts to his new childe through their link.

Then, the two vampires, sire and childe, lay together with fangs embedded, connected to each other, unwilling to let go...


~ * ~


A quiet binding ceremony to anchor Angel’s soul was held privately at the Watcher mansion by Mistress Marilyn, Giles and Wesley. Those who witnessed the moving ceremony included Gunn, Laureano and Gabriel and several demon dignitaries. The more formal blessing observance would take place later, after which Spike and Angel would be introduced to the Aurelian Court by Prince Laureano. Then, Angel would take his place next to Spike, known as High Master William, as Bound Consort.

The small group of humans and demons gathered on the steps of the mansion commented on the beautiful night as they waited for their cars to pick them up. It had been an harrowing and unfortunate few weeks for them in England and all were anxious to return home.

The limo for the group from Sunnydale was the first to arrive. As their driver loaded their luggage into the trunk, Giles and Gunn approached Spike, who had a protective arm around Angel’s waist.

“Well... Spike, Angel...” Giles started as he nervously took off his glasses and began to polish them absentmindedly.

“I really don’t know what to say... Angel, I’m so sorry that you and Spike won’t be coming back to Sunnydale with us. And... and, I do understand... really... Probably for the best, though... you know... for Buffy and the others...”

“My place is here with Will... Spike... now, Giles. Just give everyone my...” Angel sighed and faltered, not knowing what words to use. He was happy being with Spike and never wanted to see Sunnydale again.


“Just give ‘em our best, yeah, Watcher?” Spike stepped in for his distressed childe, squeezing the arm around his waist tighter, for comfort.

“Yes... of course, Spike. Of course...” Giles stammered.

Gunn stepped up next with Marilyn and Wesley in tow.

“Angel, man. You sure you’re down wit’ this bein’ Spike’s... kid gig?” Gunn asked incredulously.

“Yeah, I’m good, Gunn. Spike’ll take care of me. And it’s childe, not kid. I’m Spike’s childe. ”

“Whatever, man.” Gunn sighed. “Just make sure to watch your back, n’om sayin’?”

Angel moved hesitantly to give Gunn a hug and was relieved when Spike pushed him toward the big street fighter.

“Watch your own back, man.” Angel said softly as he hugged his friend.

Wesley and Mistress Marilyn were the next to say their goodbyes to the vampire couple. Wesley said a few stammering words of apology before he folded in humiliation behind the high priestess.

Marilyn said a blessing over Spike and Angel and gave them each a small, amber conjuring stone to carry with them for protection. The two hugged her tightly and thanked her for her protection and prayers during and after their ordeal. All had tears in their eyes as they clung together for a few precious moments.

A dark Lincoln Town car with necromanced windows pulled up behind the other cars parked at the bottom of the steps. It was time for Spike and Angel to go.

Laureano and Gabriel were the last to approach their kinsmen, demurring to the humans to say their goodbyes first.

“Stay with us, William and take your rightful place beside me as High Master at Court,” Laureano said softly, even though he knew what Spike’s answer would be.

“Nah... ‘m a city boy now. ‘Sides, I got me a new childe wot’s needin’ takin’ care of.”

Spike smiled as he took Angel’s hand in his and gave it a light kiss. He could swear that Angel blushed every time he did that and it was something he wanted to explore further. When they were alone.

Laureano bowed his head in acknowledgment and motioned Gabriel to his side. All who were surrounding the vampires were touched when they formed a small circle and opened their wrists to each other, completing their familial link... the circle of blood.

“You’ll make certain that you and Angel will be at the formal blessing ceremony in a fortnight, won’t you, William,” Laureano asked Spike as he clapped him on the shoulder.

“We’ll be there, brother,” Spike said softly, then turned to Angel.

“Ready, luv?” Spike held out his hand and smiled lovingly at his childe.

“Ready,” Angel said shyly as he took Spike’s hand in his and smiled with adoration at his sire.

Holding each others hand tightly, the vampire couple turned and walked briskly down the steps to their waiting car, bound together for eternity.

~ The End ~