A Sires Revenge: For My Childe

SUMMARY: Alex starts training and Spike wakes up.

[[Alex thoughts]] {{hyena thoughts}}


It was late afternoon when Alex stumbled into the Hyperion kitchen looking for food. Angel was still asleep and since his stuff was still in the car, he had borrowed some drawstring pants from Angel’s closet. He felt better than he had in a long time. He was back to fighting for the good guys and he liked the feeling. He was thinking about what had gone on with Angel and what Angel had said about the protection ritual. Did he want that? To be tied to Angel like that? Alex knew that this was a serious decision that he needed to think long and hard about. He was thinking about it so hard, he didn’t notice that he wasn’t alone in the kitchen.

Gunn was sitting quietly, watching the boy move. He was planning out a training program for Alex and needed to observe how he moved and reacted. Just as Alex reached into the cabinet, Gunn cleared his throat. He caught the can of soup just before it hit him in the forehead. “Well I’d say your reaction time is pretty damn good.” He tossed the soup back at Alex. “You always so quick to react?”

“You try growing up on the hellmouth. You don’t react, you die, or you end up being the butt-monkey for some evil dead guy. Who in the hell are you anyway?”

Gunn stuck out his hand; “Charles Gunn, but they just call me Gunn. I’m the one that’s gonna start training you today. Angel wants me to get started right away. We’ll do hand to hand and some weapons training. Angel told me you’ve been fighting already. What did you use?”

“I can flourish a pointy piece of wood, use a sword adequately, but I swing a mean axe. Like a nice double-bladed, super-sharp war axe, nothing like it, not much one of those babies won’t take care of.” He shook Gunn’s hand and grinned. “When do we start?”

“As soon as you eat something. Just eat light and don’t drink too much. You can fill up after we get through.” Alex looked at the soup can and put it back. He pulled out a jar a peanut butter and started looking for bread. When in doubt, a peanut butter sandwich would always save the day.

They had been at it for three hours; both men were tired and sweaty but had caught their second wind. Gunn was teaching Alex some hand to hand moves that he was picking up fairly easy. The boy would be really good with some more trag, bg, but he seemed to be holding back. He put out just enough effort to not get hurt, but nothing more than that. Gunn truly thought the talent was there, that is, if he could just get him to open up fully. The first hour they had worked on stretching and strength exercises, the next on trying out different weapons. The boy had told the truth, he knew what to do with a stake and had the rudiments of using a sword down. When Gunn handed him the axe he twirled it in front of him a couple of times then began a routine that was close to being a kata. Alex definitely knew what to do with an axe.

Angel had slipped into the training room and was watching Gunn put his boy through a series of routines to strengthen his upper arms. He hadn’t realized how strong Alex had gotten; he wasn’t the gawky adolescent anymore. This was a young man comfortable with his body. That was something Xander had never been. Gunn called a halt and told Alex to cool down and get a drink. He came over to where Angel was standing.

“Angel man, the boy is good, but he’s holding back and it’s obvious. He won’t go full out, he pulls back. I think the talent is there, he’s just going to have to open up when he fights. If he ain’t willin’ to go full out, he’s gonna get somebody killed.”

“Gunn, why don’t you take a break, let me spar with Alex awhile. I think I may know what the problem is. And if I’m right, it’s easily fixable.” Angel toed off his shoes and pulled his shirt over his head. He was waiting in the middle of the mat when Alex came back into the room.

“Where’s Gunn, we weren’t finished yet. We were going to spar some more.” Alex wasn’t too sure about the look Angel was giving him.

“I told Gunn to take a break, You’re going to spar with me for awhile. Think you can handle it, boy?” Angel was looking dead serious, not a smile anywhere.

“An…Angel, I can’t fight against you. Vamp strength remember? I wouldn’t stand a chance.” Alex was suddenly looking a lot like Xander.

“You’re going to fight me, boy! That wasn’t a tiontion. Get over here and get ready. NOW BOY!” Angel knew what he had to do, but it was hard. He didn’t want to damage what he had started with Alex the night before, but he didn’t want to take the chance on him dying in a fight because he held back. “I’ll hold back, but not much. If you don’t fight, you get hurt. You fight back, you don’t get hurt. It’s easy.” Alex eased over to where Angel was standing and got into stance. Angel reached out and slapped at him. Alex pulled back and took a swing at him, catching him on the shoulder. “Boy, you’ll have to do better than that.” Angel started after Alex, jabbind pud pushing at him. Alex was trying but couldn’t keep up. Suddenly a fist came out of nowhere and caught Alex on the chin, knocking his off his feet.

{{get up-can’t fall-fight back-protect-fight}} [[can’t, too strong, not the enemy, friend, love]] {{must fight-show mate-can protect pack-mate’s respect-fight}} [[mate?]]Alex crouched on thoor oor watching Angel through hooded eyes, never taking his eyes off of him. He pivoted as Angel moved around him, waiting for an opening. His eyes glowed, an odd green. He must show his potential mate he was strong, he could protect the pack. There, there was his opening. With a snarl he launched himself at Angel, attacking with a flurry of punches and kicks that Angel was having a hard time blocking. They danced their way from one end of the room to the other, blocking and attacking, each fighting as hard as they could. Gunn and Wesley had come in and were standing by the door watching in amazement. It was almost like a choreographed dance: they moved in point and counter-point movements. Alex found an opening and executed a perfect spinning drop kick that sent Angel flying backwards. Angel shook his head and flew back across the room, attacking low and taking the boy down. He locked his arms around Alex’s neck and wrapped his legs around his torso, pinning him completely. Alex howled like a wounded animal. The sound made the hair on the back on the watching men’s necks stand on end. Angel let up and turned Alex loose. The boy just lay there. He then got on his knees and offered his neck to Angel. He just knelt there waiting. Angel wasn’t sure what to do then he remembered what Alex had told him the day before.

“PACK, mine.” He bit down on Alex’s neck with blunt human teeth, not to drink but to mark. He had realized that in submitting, Alex was recognizing him as the alpha, the pack leader. He sat down and pulled the boy into his lap. Gunn and Wesley came over to them

“I knew you had it in you, kid. Man, where did you get moves like that? You can kick some serious ass. No more of that pussy shit, I expect full out from now on. Tomorrow, be here same time and ready to sweat.” Gunn pulled the gawking Wesley out of the room with him.

“Angel, what just happened?”

“Gunn said yere ere holding back and he was worried that it could get you killed. I remembered who you used to fight and put two and two together and came up with Buffy. She didn’t like you to fight very well did she?”

“No, she hated anyone to be even close to fighting like her. I forgot one time, the hyena was really pissed that day, and Buff had a fit. She ranted and raved, breaking things. The next time we fought, she hurt me pretty bad.” Alex shrugged his shoulders. “ It was easier just to not do it again. I never let hyena out with her again. It wasn’t worth the hassle. Buffy won’t tolerate anything that might be better than her.”

“No more holding back. Here you fight as hard and as well as you can. That’s what WE expect. You doing your best.” Angel rubbed his jaw. “Your best is pretty damn good too.” Alex leaned over and kissed his jaw, wrapping his arms around the strong neck.

“You realize what you did, right? She recognizes you as pack leader now. You defeated us and you’re now the alpha, the mate.”

“Doesn’t bother me if it doesn’t bother you.”

“No, it’s of the good. She…we needed a pack leader. We were lost, Buffy was our ‘leader’, but in the last few months, the hyena refused to acknowledge her. Hyena got to where she wanted to challenge her for control, but I knew I couldn’t beat Buffy. But she’s happy now, we have a pack again.” He kissed Angel, then stood up. “I reek. I think a shower, then food is on the agenda. Feed me?”

Angel got up from the floor laughing. He swatted Alex on the butt, “Shower now. You’re right, you do reek. I’ll see about dinner. I’m sure Cordy has her finger ready to use on the phone. She does a great order in.” Alex took off laughing, and Angel headed for the kitchen. He was right: Cordy, Gunn and Wesley sat there trying to decide what to order.

“Don’t forget to order for Alex as well. Damn, I forgot to ask him what he liked.”

Cordy put her hand up to stop him. “I know all there is to know about the care and feeding of Xander Harris, dated him remember? You order anything that isn’t of the vegetable family and plenty of it. Then follow up with anything chocolate or Twinkies. That’s all you need to know about feeding the Xan-man. We already decided on Italian.”

“Order Alex something with vegetables as well as meat, he’s going to start eating right. If he’s going to fight, he’s going to take care of himself.”

“Speaking of fighting, what’s all this about him suddenly turning into a black belt or something? The Xander I knew couldn’t fight his way out of a paper bag.”

“Cordy, do you remember when Xander was possessed?” Angel asked.

“Which time? First was in sophomore year at the zoo. Some kind of freaky hyena spirits possessed a whole group of kids. They ate our pig mascot. Then they ate Mr. Flutie. Thank God Xander was locked up in the book cage at the time so he wasn’t with them. But Giles figured it out and unpossessed them.”

“Well, Xander’s ‘unpossession’ didn’t work. He thinks it was because he housed the alpha of the pack and she fought back. She’s still in him.”

“Freaky. Well, Halloween after that, a whole bunch of kids got possessed by their costumes. It was that weirdo Ethan Raynes’ fault. Xander was dressed like a soldier-boy. Man, he was hot. What? He was. Wait, the soldier’s still in him. I remember now. That’s how he knew how to get a rocket launcher when you were trying to take over the world, during your big, bad, evil pants of leather Angelus time.”

“Am I to understand that Xan…Alex was possessed twice and no one has attempted to remove the remnants of the personalities from him? Surely Mr. Giles would not sit by and let that happen. It could very well have driven the boy mad.” Wesley was shocked by the idea that anyone could be so careless.

“They aren’t remnants, Wesley. They are complete individuals. I figure he has been living with the hyena for over 4 years and almost that long with the soldier. They haven’t driven him crazy, from what I can get out of him, they have helped him.”

“Man, if he had that in him, why in the hell was he fighting so bad today?” Gunn couldn’t understand anyone not fighting with everything they had.

“Because of who he has been fighting with. Buffy doesn’t accept equality in fighting skills very well. She has to be the strongest fighter.” Cordy and Wesley both snorted.

“Buffy would try to hurt him if he could fight. She liked him being donut boy, the one with no skills.” Cordy was sad to remember how she had encouraged that behavior.

“That is a large understatement. As the Slayer, she wants everyone dependent on her power to protect. She does have something of a large ego.” Wesley remembered well just how she had treated him and now that he thought about it, it was also how she treated Alex. “I can’t believe how out of control Mr. Giles has allowed her to…” Wesley quit talking and looked down.

“Wesley, stop it. You had no control over Faith from the beginning. She was already on the path she chose before you became her watcher. There is nothing you could have done.” Angel knew how his failure with Faith bothered the ex-watcher. “I don’t think anything could have helped Faith, and joining the mayor fixed it so she couldn’t be helped.” He still wrote to Faith in prison. He also went to see her when he had the chance, everyone deserved another chance, he better than most understood that. He looked up as Alex bounced into the kitchen. In some things he would always be Xander.

“Food..now..starving. Feed Me! Okay seriously folks, I’m really starving. When’s dinner?”

“Cordy’s already ordered it. It will be here in about 15 minutes. Italian tonight, sound alright?” Gunn asked.

“Yum, good, pizza.”

“No Alex, no pizza. There is more to Italian food than pizza. It’s an antipasto tray for everyone to share and you have the Vegetable Lasagna coming, it’s really great.”

“Cooorrddy, green stuff?”

“Yes, you baby, green stuff. Blame Angel, he says you have to start eating better and to get you vegetables.” Cordy stuck her tongue out at him.

“Well, that’s okay I guess…kinda well..” He faded off into a barely understood mumble.

“What was that Alex?” Angel asked him.

The boy blushed a deep red. “I like vegetables, just didn’t get them very often. They cost a lot more. And my mom, well, she…” He quit speaking.

Cordy reached over and took his hand, there were tears in her eyes. “I remember. You want me to tell them?” Alex shook his head. “Xan…Alex’s dad is an alcoholic. He was about 6 when his mother decided ‘if you can’t beat them, join them’. That’s the reason he spent so much time at Willow’s. His parents were usually drunk most of the day.”

Angel reached over and raised Alex’s face so he could look him in the eye. “You’re not there anymore, you’re with us. We’re your family now. You will not go hungry and you will not have to beg for food or attention. It’s yours for the taking. Anything you want and first thing I was thinking of is new clothes.”

“Really, new stuff? Most of my stuff is, well, it’s second hand. I just can’t afford good stuff. But Angel, I can’t afford anything new right now. I have to find a job first. What I would really like to do is…can I..well, maybe start cooking meals here?” At the phrase cooking, they all perked up.

“You cook? I mean like real food, not bottled, canned crap, real food?” Gunn was excited.

“Yeah, I cook real food, five of my dead end jobs have been in restaurants. I learned as much as I could.”

“You can forget a job, you’re going to be working right here. Angel, tell him. He has to work here. He’s going to be cooking. You can pay him for that. Imagine Angel, no more paying for take out, and really happy employees eating real, fresh food.” Angel was laughing at Cordy’s insistence.

“I think you’ve been hired. And you don’t worry about clothes, you can pay me back later. But you’re going to need stuff before we head back to Sunnydale. Let’s just say I will want us to make a statement.”

“Yeah, like maybe an ‘is it Angel or is it Angelus’ kind of statement? And yes, Cordy, I’ll cook, I have to do something to pay my way.” Alex was grinning widely. This time he might have actually found a real family. The bell rang at the back entrance, the signal that their food had arrived. Angel heated some blood while the rest divided up the meals. He watched in amazement as Alex started inhaling his meal, including the vegetables from the communal tray. Every once in awhile he would reach toward Angel with a loaded fork and feed the vampire a bite. He knew from Spike staying with him that vampires did eat normal food, that they even enjoyed it. He had deduced, rightly, that Angel denied himself the enjoyment out of some kind of misguided notion that he didn’t deserve it. Well, too bad. He was going to see to it that the vampire had some enjoyment in life. The rest of the group couldn’t believe that Angel was eating with them. He usually fed in private, like they didn’t know they he drank blood and he never seemed to eat real food. Come to think of it, he had also laughed more today than in pas past year.

The group was enjoying just sitting around the table and talking, they were too satisfied to move around much. Angel got up and washed out his mug. “I’m heading upstairs for awhile. If you hear any yelling or loud noises, stay down here. Alex, that includes you. We don’t know how Spike is going to respond when he’s fully conscious. I can feel him now; he’s starting to wake up.” The group watched Angel head upstairs.

“Alex, why don’t we go out for awhile? Oh, I want to show you my apartment and introduce you to Dennis.” Cordy was going to see to it that he was distracted from what was going on upstairs. “He’ll be alright, you know Angel won’t hurt him.”

Alex didn’t want to leave, but staying here was too much temptation. He wanted to run up the stairs, but couldn’t figure out if it was to protect Spike…or Angel. “I need to get some stuff out of my car. I don’t even have a shirt in the hotel.”

“My car is parked in the garage by yours. We’ll get you something as we leave. How about you guys. Plans?”

“As much as I would love to accompany you, I have already met Dennis, and have research to do at home.” Wesley got up to leave.

“Yeah, what English said. I have to meet my people and patrol. Alex, tomorrow, work out room, 2:00 PM. Be there and ready to sweat.” Gunn waved as he left.

“Cordy, you don’t have to do this.”

“Bull Xan, it’s killing you not to be up in that room. Don’t try to fool me, I know you too well.”

“Yeah Cordy, love you too. Well, let’s go meet Dennis. Uh, Cordy, who’s Dennis?” Cordy started to laugh as she took Alex’s arm and led him to the garage entrance.


Angel walked slowly up the stairs. He was hoping this wouldn’t turn into a violent confrontation, it wasn’t what his childe needed right now. He had already been through enough. The first thing he noticed when he walked into the room was that the bed was empty. He looked around the dark room and finally found his childe sitting on the floor up against the wall. He walked over to him and sat down. “William, why are you just sitting there?”

“Why am I here, Peaches? Last I remember was being at the whelp’s.” Angel did not like the resignation in Spike’s voice, like he had given up. This was not acceptable, his childe did not give up. He fought, he raged, he never gave up, never.

“Xander brought you here. He was afraid you were dying.”

“He should have left me alone. Sire, please? I can’t exist like this.” Spike’s voice was pleading.

Angel wasn’t sure what to do but he knew he had to do something. “NO! I will not release you childe. You are MINE and you remain MINE! I am your sire, no matter what you have told the humans. You belong to me, now more than ever.” Angel reached over and laid his hand on the marks on Spike’s neck. “You came to me for protection and I accepted. You have no say anymore.”

Spike pulled away and felt along his neck, “What did you do to me? Why are my marks fresh?” He jumped up from the floor and started pacing. “Bloody interfering pouf, couldn’t just let me die, no, had to ruin things. Bloody wanker, what in the hell did you do to me?”

Angel stood up and put him self directly in front of the pacing vamp. “I did what I was asked. Xander managed to find a description of the protection ritual and brought you t. He. He knew exactly what to do..no shirt, barefoot, knelt and asked for my protection for you. He had memorized the ritual and offered me your neck and his own. I haven’t marked yet yet. But once he understands, I will.”

Spike snarled, “Little interfering bastard, I don’t want to live like this. I can’t hunt. I can’t feed. A human child can attack me and there is nothing I can do. Do you know what it’s like to have to hide from what used to be your prey?” He had started to pace again. “They hurt me and there was nothing I could do. I wwakewake the whole time. When they cut into my brain I was awake; I could feel every cut, every touch. They gagged me and tied me down but nothing else. I can still feel them drillintointo my skull. Sire? They raped me, held me down and took turns with me. They laughed while they did it, like I was a big joke to them. William the fucking Bloody turned into a joke.” Bloody pink tears were streaming down Spike’s face. Angel grabbed his boy and held on tight.

“No one hurts you again, William. Soul or no, I WILL KILL THEM!! We’re going back there. We are going to take them down and destroy them. The question is, do you want to be a part of it?” Spike pushed away from Angel and snarled.

“What the fuckin’ hell do you think I’ll be able to do about it?” Without thinking, he took a swing at Angel and connected with his jaw and…nothing. “It didn’t hurt. No headache, no fucking axe through my brain. Peaches, just stand there.” Before Angel could move Spike had hit him again. He did a little jig then attacked Angel again taking him down to the floor.

“WILLIAM, what in the hell are you doing?”

“I can hit you! Why? If I even touch a human too hard my head explodes. Why can I hit you, Peaches? Hell, you’re not human. I have to…have too..gotta go find some demons.” Angel had reversed their position and was sitting astride Spike’s hips holding him down. “Let me up, you soddin’ pouf. I need to kill something. Sire, I have to check this out. If I can hurt and hunt demons, I won’t be useless. I can do something, I can hunt.” Spike was pleading with Angel to let him up.

Angel looked at Spike and smiled. He ran his hands up Spike’s bare chest, then reached up to cup his childe’s face. Spike pulled himself up and attached his mouth to Angel’s. The taste of his childe exploded across his senses, it had been so long. True faces appeared tongues and fangs attacking with fervor. Spike arched his hips upwards as Angel began to map his mouth with his questing tongue. This was what he wanted, what he needed. He could taste his sire’s blood and wanted more, wanted everything.

“Sire?”

“Say it, boy. What do you want William?”

“You sire, please…want you. Please, sire, I’m yours, always been yours.” Spike was panting with unneeded breaths. He reached up and ripped Angel’s shirt off his body. Angel lifted himself off of Spike, picked the blonde up and threw him on the bed. He pulled the remains of his shirt off, jerked his pants off, and flew across the room, landing on the bed. He grabbed two handfuls of blonde hair and pulled his childe to his mouth. As he ravaged the waiting lips mou mouth, he could feel Spike clawing furrows in his back. The only sounds in the room were snarls and growls. Angel used his clawed fingers to tear the black jeans off his childe. This wasn’t the time for being gentle; that would come later. He ran his fangs lightly down Spike’s neck, nipping, but not fully biting. He stopped and laved the marks on Spike’s neck, licking lightly, then sucking the flesh into his mouth, just enough to make it sting. Spike arched up, howling. Angel chuckled, and kept moving down the writhing body. He stopped and paid particular attention to the small brown nipples that were becoming hard pebbles. Licking around the areola in diminishing circles, getting closer and closer his target. His tongue passed over the waiting nipple once, then he bit down, hard, piercing the hardened nub and causing Spike to scream. Angel lapped at the blood that beaded up, relishing the taste of his boy. Spike was lost in the sensations his sire was causing in his body. As Angel continued to play with his nipples, he worked one hand between them until he brushed against Spike’s thrusting cock. He could smell his boy’s response and knew it wouldn’t take much to make him come. He wrapped his large hand around the hard cock and began to work it in a smooth steady rhythm. While his hand worked on Spike’s cock, his mouth was still teasing the hardened nipples. He could sense his boy tightening up and knew he was close. As Spike thrust up into Angel’s hand, Angel bit down on the other nipple, piercing it with a fang. Spike screamed again as he came, shooting his cool cum over his sire’s hand and on to his stomach.

Before Spike could open his eyes, Angel turned him over and pulled him up on his knees. He bit down on his lip and brought his slick hand up and mixed his blood with Spike’s cum. He ran the slick fingers down between the pale ass cheeks, then with one finger, breached the tiny pucker. He worked the finger in and out of the grasping hole, slowly. When he added a second finger, Spike started pushing back, trying to force the invading digits deeper. Adding a third finger, Angel started working them in and out, fucking Spike’s ass with his fingers. He changed the angle he was using, and began to stroke against Spike’s sweet spot, causing the blonde to jump against his fingers, driving them deeper into him. By now Spike was incoherent, begging and pleading for something, anything, to relieve the pressure building up in his cock. He tried to rub against the mattress, but Angel held him in place and wouldn’t let him have the contact he so desperately needed. Spike whimpered when the fingers disappeared from his ass. Anrubbrubbed his rock hard cock with his still slick fingers, rubbing across his cock head, adding the dripping precum to the slickness on his fingers. When he had prepared himself, he placed the head of his cock against the quivering hole and started to push in slowly, so slowly. Spike tried to push back, to force Angel’s cock into him, but Angel held his hips in place, not letting him move. “Please, sire. Ram it in, I want you in me…now. Please, Angelus now, hard. Give it to OW!”OW!” Hearing his boy demand his cock pushed Angel over the edge, he pushed into his childe with one strong stroke, not stopping until he felt his balls slap against Spike. He was too close to , he, he pistoned into the slick opening, changing the angle so he rubbed against Spike’s prostrate with every stroke, driving the vampire crazy with want. He reached around and fisted Spike’s hard length with the same rhythm he was driving into him with. He was close, so close, and started to nip and lick up Spike’s back. When he reached the marks on Spike’s neck, he laved then with his tongue. “My childe, my William, MINE!” and drove his fangs into the existing marks, drawing in the sweet fluid that sang of his childe. Spike screamed as he came, shooting his cum over Angel’s hand and unto the bed. His slick channel clamped down on the invading cock and the intense feeling sent Angel over with him as he filled the grasping channel with the cool fluid of his completion. He pulled his fangs out and licked across the wounds, sealing them. Angel bit into his wrist and offered it to Spike, who drove his fangs into the offering, drawing in the essence of his sire, feeling complete for the first time in a hundred years.

Spike collapsed sighing, “Sire, my sire.”

Angel gathered the almost comatose vampire to him, “Yes, your sire, my sweet William, always your sire.” Both vampires fell into a deep sleep, neither giving any thought to the boy who would be back so§ â