Couch Confessionals

Title: Couch Confessionals
Author: claudia6913
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: A/S
Summary: *Spoiler for AtS Season 5* What's up with the couch in Angel's office? Everytime Angel and Spike sit on it they end up confessing something new. Where will it lead? Set during and after 'Hellbound'.
Warnings: Slash m/m
Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own anything, it's all in the hands of Joss and Co.
Distribution: SoG, Vampyre Haven, BBB, and anywhere else I post. All others just ask. My work is archived at http://www.angelfire.com/vamp/claudia6913
Spoilers: AtS Season
Aut
Author's Notes: Takes place during and after 'Hellbound'. I kind of reworked the ending, made Spike corporeal a little sooner then in the show. Everything has happened up until the point Spike and Angel get to his office. This was supposed to be all smutty, but then it went to a serious and angsty place.
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A/N: Special thanks to Emmy and Gabrielle for all their help and advice on this fic. I couldn't have done it without them!

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Chapter 3b

Never-ending nights haunted Angel. Nights whose sheer number seemed beyond what even a vampire's memory should be able to contain. They tortured him with visions of the many atrocities he visited upon the world. Proud and arrogant he'd been as Angelus. Flaunting the fact that he was feared throughout the human and demon world. He reveled in the fear and pain he caused others...including those in his own 'family'.

After William's first bout of torture at the hands of Angelus, they'd moved to France, away from the hordes that were after them. Only now and then needing to flee from vindictive humans that sought to destroy them for the killing of their family members. Young William had become ruthless, making a name for himself as 'Spike', though Angelus refused to call him by his preferred name.

Angelus had seen great potential in him, wanting to mold William after himself, and tried to teach him the fine art of torture. How to keep a human alive for months but at the same time keep them screaming in agony and pain. He'd tried to show William the picturesque quality of a human strung up, crying for mercy, blood trailing to the floor, and bruises covering them. Angelus took great pains to perfect his 'artwork', even going so far as to sketch certain victims to gloat over once they had perished at his hands.

William had found it all quite boring, though the screams were nice at first. They tended to get on his nerves after a while. Never one for patience, he'd kill them not long after he'd lost interest. He'd always thought it a waste of perfectly good blood. Only resorting to torture when Angelus goaded him on. Telling William that he was not a true vampire, and therefore weak in the older one's eyes.

Since the day he was made William had always strived to one-up Angelus. Always pushing just a little harder, and Angelus always pushed back. Usually pushing William back onto the bed and having his way with the young vampire. Showing Angelus' dominance over him.

Angel remembered one night, where dominance wasn't an issue, not really. The two of them had been getting along for the most part, hardly coming to blows. It was nice for a change. Drinking, killing, and gambling, they'd done it together...even laughing. Darla and Drusilla had gone off somewhere to have some fun, and had left the two men to 'Work out their differences' before Darla staked the both of them.

They'd left the house at dusk, setting out for a night on the town. Walking with an air of confidence only predators felt, they went on the hunt. Finding their victims, they fed quickly; leaving the bodies where they lay for others to find, and heading for the nearest bar. Nothing could dampen the night it seemed. It was made for them, dark and plenty of people milling around. Walking into thr thr they settled themselves at a table and ordered drinks. William had gotten drunk quickly and started a fight with the biggest, burliest man in the bar. Angelus had started a wager that William would come out the victor. Everyone in the bar had bet on the larger man after taking one look at the young wiry William. He'd played weak for a bit, goading the larger man into becominrelereless, then struck with a vicious ferocity. Breaking bones could be heard throughout the bar, every man wincing and tallying up their bets. After William had beaten the other man and Angelus had collected the debts owed, they left.

The night was cool, but not cold to the vampires. It was just slightly warmer then their temperature and left a nice tingle after each breeze. Continuing with the evenings plans they hunted again, this time for the thrill of the chase, not just to satisfy their baser needs.

Coming upon a park they searched for the 'perfect victim', as Angelus had put it. He was looking for humans to play with, toy with for his amusement. They'd found a couple on a park bench, young and in love. Angelus smiled wickedly at William and walked towards them, putting on an air of aristocracy, and a smile.

"So, what do we have here?" Angelus had asked, walking towards the two lovebirds. They'd been startled to find anyone noticing them. The young woman had blushed and hidden her face behind her lace handkerchief.

"Je ne vous comprends pas. Parlez-vous français?" the young man had asked. He drew the woman's hand into his and wrapped a protective arm around her shaking shoulders.

Turning to William, Angelus asked, "Well, quite the predicament we have here. Seems to be a bit of a language barrier. Care to translate, my boy?"

Even before William had been turned, he'd known French and Latin; finding at a young age that languages came easily. After his transformation he woutudytudy not only the human languages, but demon ones as well. It had come in handy on more than one occasion. Even now, Spike carried on learning and mastering languages. Communication was always important to him, even if he had a hard time explaining his emotions.

"He says he doesn't understand you, mate," William stated and lit a small cigar.

"Oh, is that so?" Angelus said with a laugh. That had startled the couple, causing them to jump slightly. "Well, ask our lovely lady if she is in need of a chaperone. She is too pretty and too young to be out all by herself." He'd said all of this while looking at the petite female.

William translated what Angelus had said. The words caused the woman to blush more and laugh. Speaking quietly in a lilting voice, she told them that the man with her was a letelete gentleman, and her suitor. Thanking them for their concern, she told them their help was not needed.

The banter continued for a while, Angelus trying to seduce the young woman. William sat back and watched, boredom clearly etched on his face, and translated for them. The man, all the while listening, leapt to his feet when Angelus suggested she find a new suitor...him. William was on him quicker then the man had thought possible, and latched onto his neck. The screaming young woman sat on the bench, fear paralyzing her on the spot. Angelus had sat next to her and went in for the kill. Before he could sink his fangs in, he was thrown from the bench by a force from behind him.

The small female that had managed to throw the almighty Angelus stood in front of the vampires, stake in hand. She shielded the crying, shocked woman on the bench. William only had enough time to gape before he was dragged away from her by Angelus.

"Bloody hell! What was that?" William asked while running alongside Angelus.

"That, my boy, is a Slayer. Come on, we have to lose her," he said pulling them on a winding path through most of Paris. They ended up on the opposite side of town from their home.

The sensations the Slayer invoked in the vampires had subsided, telling them that she was not in close approximation. Finally they relaxed and took in their surroundings. They were on the 'bad' side of town. Run-down shacks, drunkards, and prostitutes surrounded them. They were decidedly out of place in their 'fancy' clothes, causing people to stare at them. None of the looks fazed the two vampires, for what had they to fear? They were the predators, higher on the food chain then the lowly dregs around them.

Angelus needed to vent some anger. He hated someone getting the better of him, hated having to rand and from a Slayer at that. He'd intended to have a night on the town with his boy. Everything had been going fine. A nice kill to slake some of the blood lust in the young vampire, then a nice brawl at the local bar, and on to the couple. It was lovely. Then, that damnable Slayer showed up. Remembering the humiliation he felt at being thrown in front of William, Angelus grabbed the nearest drunk and drained him quickly, then tore off his head with a growl, tossing it at some poor peasant running away from the scene.

William calmly watched Angelus rage and howl for a few minutes. He knew better then to interrupt Angelus when he was on a tirade; it only served to get him hurt. Once Angelus was done he quietly asked, "What is a Slayer?"

A bark of laughter was not what William was expecting from his dark counterpart. Shifting from foot to foot he waited out the laughter, watching for the so called 'Slayer'.

"Oh, my boy, with all of your reading you've never come across anything on The Slayer?" Angelus asked. William shook his head 'no', not saying anything out loud that would risk Angelus' wrath. It always came at such odd times.

"Well, The Slayer, she slays vampires and demons. Some odd twist of fate stuffed such power into little girls. They don't live long, yet they are feared. The good ones at least," Angelus said, and that was all he'd said. No more.

William scoffed a bit, somewhat disbelieving that Angelus feared anything, especially some little girl, but abruptly stopped upon seeing the look of death that flashed across his face. They started walking again, ambling slowly back towards their home. Angelus wanted nothing more then to erase the thoughts of being chased away by the Slayer. The sun would be up soon, and they didn't want to be stuck somewhere for the day. Besides, Angelus still had plans for William. Lovely, dirty little plans that involved his boy, a few chains, and a lot of blood. The visions those thoughts had conjured up had made Angelus hard with need to claim William. The younger vampire caught on quickly and they began practically running home, racing and laughing the whole way.

They'd made it back to the house with an hour to spare and not a sign of the Slayer. Always a good thing. As soon as the door had closed, Angelus grabbed William and slammed him back into the door. They looked at each other for a moment, lust clearly showing in the older vampires gold-speckled eyes, and it was answered with need from the young William. Angelus quickly crushed his lips to Williams with a bruising force, causing them both to make small growling sounds at the much-needed contact.

Their tongues battled for dominance over each other. Teeth and fangs fighting, with neither one caring about the little scrapes and cuts that were caused by the fangs that showed up due to extreme arousal. William quickly relented to Angelus' experience and just let him explore his mouth, and explore he did, not leaving an inch untouched. The kiss was thorough and left them panting for unneeded breath.

"Care to put a perfect ending on the night, my boy?" Angelus asked, almost purring, voice low and husky with desire. It was mesmerizing to the younger vampire and all he could do was answer with a hoarse, almost whispered, 'yes'.

With one last kiss and brush of fangs, Angelus stepped away from the clearly aroused William and headed for the master bedroom. William obediently followed, unbuttoning and loosening things as he went. By the time they got to the room, Angelus had removed his shirt and undone his trousers to release the pressure on his straining erection. He'd made quite a sight, standing there checking the holds on the chains, pale bare chest shining in the candlelight. William held a breath he didn't need and exhaled slowly, trying to reign in his lust at the sight of the perfect specimen before him.

Angelus walked over to William, looking him over with a critical eye, then promptly ripped the shirt and coat in one swift motion, exposing the lithe form of his boy. He ran appreciative hands over the muscles that were so clearly defined in the candlelight. His fingernails had scraped harshly over William's erect nipples, sending searing pain and pleasure to his groin and eliciting a growl of approval. Hooking his fingers in the waist of the pants Angelus ripped them off, leaving young William exposed, and at attention. He stood patiently waiting for Angelus to give him some kind of order, but his patience was wearing thin with his mounting arousal.

"Boots off," Angelus ordered. William was quick to comply, working frantically to remove the last of his clothes. Once naked from head to toe, he stood there...waiting. Angelus raked his eyes over his boy from head to toe, taking in the sharp edges, and few soft curves of the handsome vampire. William growled impatiently.

The dark vampire silenced the young one with the removal of his trousers. William shuddered in anticipation. This had only been the second time since he'd been made that Angelus hadn't used torture as a cover for getting into him. Without being told William went to his knees in front of the elder's engorged cock. He looked at it with something akin to reverence.

Angelus placed a firm hand on the back of William's head and guided him to his waiting eren, an, anticipating the feel of his boy's lips and tongue working him. He didn't have to wait long as his boy took him in his mouth, working his tongue around the foreskin, moving it back to get at the sensitive head. Sucking gently, he pistoned slightly, taking more of the hardened silky flesh into his mouth...savoring the flavor that was pure Angelus. His ministrations didn't go unnoticed as he felt Angelus tighten his grip on his head, pushing him closer to the tufts of hair on his lower abdomen, until his nose was pressed against him. He swallowed around Angelus' shaft and was rewarded with a growl of pleasure, and felt more pre-cum leaking down his throat.

"That's my boy," Angelus growled. Never letting go of William's head he moved inside the wet mouth, pumping harshly. The boy sucked eagerly, swirling his tongue around the shaft invading his mouth. The movements became frantic and William reached up to grasp Angelus' heavy sac, rubbing and scraping a nail along his perineum. Grunts, and growls, and wet sucking echoed in the small bedchamber. Finally, William fengelngelus' balls contract. Knowing he was close the younger one swallowed around the cock causing Angelus to howl in pleasure as he came.

William sat back on his haunches, licking the edges of his mouth for any stray cum, and smiled up at Angelus. The dark vampire had morphed with the force of his release. He looked down at William with golden yellow eyes. Grabbing his hair, Angelus pulled his boy up to stand, and nuzzled his neck.

"Mine," Angelus growled before sinking fangs into Williams’s neck. Drawing the cool blood into his mouth, he savored the taste. Angelus licked and bit along his boy's neck, eliciting moans and growls from William.

Pulling away Angelus slipped back into human guise and smiled. He looked into the lust-filled eyes of his boy, and moved in to kiss William. Their hands were everywhere at once, kneading flesh, raking nails, bruising grips. Angelus maneuvered them closer to the bed, causing William's knees to buckle when they hit the edge, and they both crashed down onto the coverlet.

Breaking off the kiss, Angelus moved up William's body to reach the chains that were forever attached to the bedposts. Usually he would flip his boy over, and attach them while he was on his stomach, however, this time he stayed on his back. Confusion was clearly written on Williams face.

"I want to see the pain and pleasure on your face, my boy, and I want you to see it on mine," Angelus said in answer to William's look. William just nodded. Once the chains were attached, Angelus ran hands along his body. Once he got close to Williams groin he stopped, prolonging the pain and need of friction on his boy's cock.

This was unusual to William, the pain of pleasure, since it was not being caused by touch, but the lack of touch. He was waiting for one of the many whips Angelus liked to use, or even a knife, something. This was torture in and of its own right, the need of contact yet being refused it.

Angelus spread Williams’s legs, wanting to get at the pucker hidden there in the folds of his boys lovely ass. Grabbing a pillow he tucked it under his boy to lift him up. Angelus ran a finger along the outside of the entrance. Williamked ked a little at the sudden contact, straining for more. Granting some reprieve, Angelus slipped the finger in, working it slowly deeper. The pain of forced entry lasted but a second before it was replaced with the ripples of pleasure. Then he slipped in another, scissoring his fingers to make room for his cock that was swollen again. William moaned and writhed under the ministrations. Slipping in a third finger, Angelus heard a small gasp of pain before it was replaced with a moan. Making sure not to hit the sensitive nub inside his boy, Angelus worked his fingers around the quivering hole, opening it up for him, and then removed his fingers.

At the groan of disappointment from his boy Angelus laughed while positioning himself at the entrance. Without preamble, he thrust in, causing pain and tearing of some flesh, before he was fully sheathed inside. Not stopping to let William adjust to the sudden intrusion, Angelus moved quickly. He bucked agand and again inside of William. Angelus was always amazed at how tight his boy was, and growled in a combination of approval and pleasure. William lifted slightly to get the contact he needed, but a hand came down to hold him in place.

Working faster and harder, Angelus put all of his aggression into fucking his boy. Hard thrusts and grunts accompanied moans and growls. Their coupling was quick and frantic. Finally, as Angelus drew close to completion, he shifted slightly so that his cock would brush against William's prostate. Both vampires howled as they came.

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Angel sat at his desk, remembering with a shudder how William had looked, covered in his own release with Angelus buried hilt deep in him. He couldn't help the erection he got at that thought. His pants suddenly too tight, Angel unzipped his pants and freed his cock. Moaning softly Angel grasped it, pulling frantically. Fisting himself to release. He came with a growl and sat there panting with un-needed breath.

Of all the memories, that was one of Angel's favorites. At least it was one he didn't look back on with too much guilt.

TBC....