Are You Satisfied?

Angelus called a fledgling into the room and ordered him to pick up a pizza for Buffy and someone to eat for him and Spike. The fledgling left to do his biding and Angelus turned to Spike. “I didn’t think you had it in you. You went after what’s mine. Then again, you always were one to ignore traditions and codes.” Angelus sat down on the couch.

“You might want to try it sometime. This isn’t the 1800’s, you know.”

Angelus laughed at him. “I’m still your Sire and I’m telling you, take the coat off and get on your knees or I will teach you a whole new meaning of tradition.” His eyes were deadly serious. Spike felt his stomach clench. He knew he had no choice. Angelus would never let him leave this mansion alive if he didn’t do as he was told. He took the coat off, letting it fall to the floor in front of the fireplace. But he just stood there, letting Angelus look over his naked body. “What are you going to do about Buffy? Will you turn her?” Spike asked him.

“No, and neither will you. She wouldn’t be any fun if she was as cold and dead as we are. And I plan on us having a lot of fun with her….for a long time. Come here, Spike.”

Spike knelt down in front of his Sire. Angelus unzipped his pants, freeing his hard cock. He reached out a hand and gripped the back of Spike’s neck, forcing him down. Spike opened his mouth and sucked on Angelus’ large cock, relaxing his throat muscles. He took him all the way in, sucking hard. Angelus groaned and he thrust into Spike’s mouth harder, enjoying that he was humiliating his childe. In spite of himself, Spike’s own cock started to stiffen and throb. He shifted uncomfortably on the floor as he pleasured his Sire. Angelus smiled watching Spike’s cock stiffen up. Then he pushed Spike off of him and pounced on him on the floor, easily flipping Spike onto his stomach. He gripped Spike’s hips pulling his ass toward him and he thrust his cock into him in one swift move. Spike cried out at the sudden pain and he struggled to get away, but Angelus held him tight and thrust in harder. Spike had no choice but to relax his muscles and accept this punishment. Angelus rode him hard, occasionally reaching around to stroke Spike’s stiff cock, making him groan, but never letting him cum. Spike thought he would die if he didn’t get to cum, the stimulation combined with the pain in his anus was driving him wild. Then he felt Angelus spilling his cold blood tinged semen into him. Angelus withdrew quickly and pushed Spike down on the floor. He held him down like that, forcing his face into the hardwood floor. “I am your Sire, boy, you’d do best to remember that in the future.” Angelus stood up, pulled up his pants and straightened himself out.

Spike’s cock was still throbbing and he clenched his fists in frustration. He stood up, grabbing the coat off the floor and put it back on.

“You can go upstairs and fuck Buffy if you want to, if she’ll even have you. I have some things I have to do. You can tell her I’ll bring her dinner later.”

“I really hate you, you know.” Spike glared at him. Angelus grabbed him and kissed him roughly on the mouth. He pulled away and laughed at his childe. “That’s why you just can’t stay away.” Angelus walked out of the study.