Playing Games

In this game, Spike angers his Sire and has to face the consequences

**Author's notes and warnings: Rough sex and vampire play in this chapter

With a sigh of relief, Xander pulled up in front of the Hyperion. Spike was super hyper and could barely sit still. The two hour drive had seemed a lot longer. Xander got out of the car and stretched. Strong arms circled him from behind and Spike laid his head on Xander’s shoulder.

“Sorry, pet. I know I’ve been a pain in your ass.”

Irritation melting, Xander turned and returned Spike’s hug. “It’s ok. I know you’ve been wired lately. And it’s been so quiet at home that you haven’t had any way to get rid of the tension.”

Spike gave him a wicked grin. “Shagging you senseless helps.”

Xander laughed. “I know. I also know that what you really want is a fight. A knock-down-drag-out fight and the demons on the Hellmouth seem to have all taken a vacation.”

“Rotten bastards.”

Xander laughed again. “Yeah. You’re sure you want to do this with Angel?”

“Yep. Need a bit of vampire violence, love, and he’s the best. Well ‘cept for me of course.”

“Of course.” Xander said dryly.

Spike shot him a dirty look and then grabbed Xander’s hand, practically dragging him into the hotel. Angel met them at the door. Before he could say anything, Spike gave him a nod and then headed to the basement training room. Angel shot Xander a look. Xander just shrugged.

“He’s been like this for days. It’s been too quiet at home and he’s been really…edgy.”

“Did he tell you what he wanted? What he wants to do?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re ok with it?”

Xander looked puzzled. “Of course. It’s what he wants.”

“Yes, but I’m asking what you want. This isn‘t going to be like the last time you were here. This is no little spanking with a paddle. This is…well vampires fighting. It won‘t be tame.”

“You don’t want to do this, do you?”

Angel sighed and ran a hand through his hair. How could he explain this to Xander? He didn’t have the benefits of a years long relationship with the young man. Add to that the fact that he, Angel, would be doling out most of the pain and Spike would be taking it and he was just really afraid that Xander would be disgusted by this-by him. That he’d hate Angel when this was over.

“No, I want to do this. Why don’t you join Spike? I’ll be down in a minute.”

Xander watched Angel walk away. Something was clearly bothering him but Xander didn’t have a clue what it was. He turned and went to join Spike in the training room.
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“Just what the hell is going on here?” Angelus stood in the doorway, arms folded across his chest. He was bare foot and bare-chested; his only attire a pair of snug leather pants that were zipped but not buttoned.

Xander looked up, startled, at the intrusion. He and Spike were nuzzling in a chair, Xander happily exploring Spike’s naked chest, before the rude interruption. He took one look at Angelus’ face and wisely kept his mouth shut.

Spike didn’t have that kind of verbal restraint. “What’s it look like, ya ponce? I’m snogging my new pet.”

Angelus was angry and fast heading for furious. He’d been woken by two minions who couldn’t wait to tell him what his errant Childe was up to this time.

“And has it escaped your notice that your ‘pet’ just happens to be one of the Slayer’s best friends?”

“Nah. I noticed.”

“And you didn’t think it might irritate the Slayer to have of her own kidnapped?”

“Didn’t care. ‘Sides, I didn’t kidnap him. He wants to be here.”

Angelus closed his eyes and again rued the day he’d decided to turn this irritating creature.

“How many times do we have to discuss this? Your reckless actions are constantly putting this family in danger.”

Spike pushed Xander off his lap and stood. He began to pace the room furiously. “This is bloody ridiculous. Why should we care about pissing off the Slayer? We should have just killed her already. Instead here we are pussyfooting around like a couple of prats.”

Angelus’ eyes narrowed dangerously. “I didn’t ask for your opinion, boy, nor do I want it. I make the rules for this family.”

Spike was furious. “Up yours, Angelus. I’m tired of your rules that tell me where I can or can’t hunt; who I can or can’t fuck. I’m tired of rules that don’t allow me fuck all. We’re vampires or have you forgotten that?” His eyes narrowed as he looked at Angelus speculatively. “Or have you gotten soft in your old age? Not quite the bad ass Scourge of Europe you used to be? Maybe it’s time you stepped aside. Let a real vampire take over the show.”

With a furious growl, Angelus crossed to Spike and backhanded the smaller vampire; a vicious blow that sent him flying across the room.

“You will show me respect, boy!”

Spike stood and wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. “Make me.”

Moving almost faster than human eyes could track, the vampires launched themselves at one another. For long minutes, the two demons pummeled one another from one end of the room to the other.

Wisely, Xander crouched into a corner as far from the action as he could get. He watched, fascinated. As vicious as the fight was it also had a kind of feral beauty. The vampires moved with the grace and agility of jungle cats. And they were just as deadly. Fists, fangs, claws-they had no need for conventional weapons.

A hard kick from Angelus had sent Spike crashing into the wall. He heaved himself from the floor and smashed his head into Angelus’ nose. Angelus retaliated with a punch that broke Spike’s jaw. Spike kicked out and managed to crack two of Angelus’ ribs; he ended up with a broken wrist for his trouble. Furious he lashed an arm out only to have Angelus grab it and twist his arm behind his back, dislocating his shoulder.

“Concede, Childe.”

“Fuck you.” Spike’s voice was full of pain and rage.

Angelus kicked out and broke Spike’s left knee. The leg buckled and Spike went down, crying out in pain when his broken knee hit the floor.

“Who am I?”

“Dirtyrottenwhoremasteringsonofabitch.”

Angelus calmly kicked out again and broke Spike’s other knee. Spike now knelt on the floor, waves of pain radiating through his broken body.

“Who am I?”

Spike bent his head, beaten. “Sire.”

“Who are you?”

“Your Childe.”

“Who do you belong to?”

Spike sighed. “You, Sire. I belong to you.”

“Good boy. Now turn around and offer yourself to your Sire.”

Spike turned, groaning as the movement jostled his knees. With shaking hands, he managed to remove his jeans and then he laid his head on the cold floor. Reaching back, he pulled the cheeks of his ass apart and offered his body to his Sire.

Angelus’ erection hardened further at the sight of his boy broken, bleeding, spread open, and begging for Sire cock. He moved to kneel behind Spike. He unzipped his pants and took out his cock. He stroked himself a few times, enjoying the sight in front of him. Then he placed his cock at Spike’s opening and with one savage thrust buried himself balls deep inside his childe. Without waiting for Spike’s body to adjust to the invasion, Angelus began to thrust hard and deep into Spike’s ass.

Spike howled in pain; each thrust rocked his body forward and ground his shattered knees into the cold concrete floor. He could feel his insides tear; feel the blood that was easing Angelus’ thrusts.

A wicked smile on his face, Angelus began to move faster. The sound of Spike’s pain and the smell of his blood were music to Angelus but he wanted something else more. He pulled out almost all the way and shifted his hips slightly. When he slammed in this time, his cock hit the sensitive nub inside Spike‘s backside. This time Spike’s howl was one of pure pleasure. Angelus smiled triumphantly. No matter how much Spike fought it, he loved being fucked by his Sire-and they both knew it.

“Sire, sire, sire.” Spike was gasping and writhing, pushing back frantically to meet Angelus’ thrusts.

Angelus pulled Spike up until the younger vampire was straddling his lap. Spike gave a low moan of relief when his broken knees left the floor. Angelus settled his hands on Spike’s hips and began to raise and lower Spike onto his aching cock.

“So close, Sire. I’m so close.” Spike whimpered raggedly.

“Touch yourself. Make yourself come for me.”

Spike wrapped a hand around his weeping cock. He began pulling it with fast almost desperate strokes.

“My Childe, my boy, mine.” Angelus moaned into Spike’s ear.

“Yours. Always yours.” With a harsh cry, Spike came. As he did, he offered his neck to Angelus in unmistakable invitation.

Angelus buried his fangs into Spike’s neck, drinking deeply. The sweet taste of his Childe’s unique blood pushed Angelus over the edge. With a low moan, he thrust one last time before emptying himself into Spike’s receptive body.
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Xander was transfixed. His erection strained at the fly of his jeans. That had been unbelievably erotic; and he’d only been watching.

Angel removed his fangs from Spike’s neck, his features smoothing back to their beautiful human form. Carefully, he picked Spike up and headed upstairs. Xander followed quietly.

Angel laid Spike on his bed and then headed for the bathroom. He came back with warm, wet cloths, some dry towels, and his first aid kit. He gently cleansed all trace of blood and semen from his childe and then dried him. When Spike was clean and dry, Angel set about bandaging the worst of Spike’s injuries. When he was finished, he pulled the blankets up and covered Spike warmly. He knew how much his boy hated being cold. Finally, he laid down next to Spike and bit deeply into his own wrist. Placing the ravaged flesh to Spike’s mouth he let him drink his fill of healing Sire blood. When Spike was finished, Angel pulled his wrist back and found that Spike was watching him, a small smile on his mouth.

“Sire.” Spike’s tone was sleepy and warm.

Angel smiled and smoothed back Spike’s hair. He bent and placed a kiss on Spike’s lips. “Sleep, Childe. It’ll help you heal.”

Spike burrowed deep under the covers and was asleep in seconds. Angel turned to find Xander watching them. Making sure his expression was neutral, he waved a hand toward the couch.

“That makes out into a bed. There are sheets and blankets in the closet over there. I wouldn’t sleep with Spike tonight. You might jostle him and hurt him. When I finish my shower, I’ll bed down in one of the empty rooms.”

“Angel…”

Angel just shook his head and headed for the shower.

Xander sat on the couch, completely at a loss. He’d known something was wrong with Angel and it just seemed to have gotten worse. He played the scene from downstairs over in his mind. Angel had enjoyed himself; Xander was sure of it. But now he was acting like he hadn’t. The fighting, the fucking, the adrenaline rush; Spike had liked it to. He loved being a demon. And that’s when it hit Xander. Angel had enjoyed himself; he’d loved letting the demon loose. He’d been pure Angelus tonight and that was the problem. All Xander had ever done was deride Angel for being a vampire. Sure Xander had grown up a lot in the last several years, but Angel hadn’t been around to see it.

‘Oh shit. He probably thinks I’m creeped out by tonight; by him.’

He knew he had to do something and he was fairly sure talking to Angel wouldn’t do it. What was that old cliché, actions speak louder than words? He had to show Angel that he wasn’t disgusted. Far from it. But how? Then he got an idea.

‘God I hope this works.’

Moving quickly, Xander pulled out the sofa bed and made it up with the sheets and blankets he found. Then he went and grabbed the first aid kit from the bedside table where Angel had left it. He was on his way back to the sofa when another idea struck. He went back to the bedside table and rummaged through the drawers, smiling when he found what he wanted. Hurrying back to the sofa, he laid his supplies on the coffee table. He heard the shower turn off and hurriedly stripped down to his jeans. He sat on the edge of the sofa bed and waited for Angel.
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Angel emerged from the bathroom, briskly rubbing a towel over his wet head; another was wrapped loosely around his waist. Xander took a minute to admire the sexy sight before speaking.

“Angelus?”

Angel looked up, confused. “Xander?”

“I just wanted to say that I’m sorry about tonight.”

“Xander…”

“It was my fault.”

“Xander…”

“Spike wasn’t lying to you. I want to be here.”

“Xander…”

“Please don’t send me away. I want to stay here with Spike. And with you.”

Xander kept his eyes locked on Angel’s, waiting for him to get the game. Finally, with an almost imperceptible nod, Angel acquiesced. Xander gave him a little half smile.

“So you want to stay here, do you?” Angelus let his eyes roam suggestively over the boys’ body, smiling when the young man blushed. At least his childe had chosen a pretty one to play with.

“Yes, sir.”

Angelus lifted a brow at the boy’s quiet manners. Definitely soothing after dealing with Spike.

“Well, since you are indirectly responsible for the state of my bedmate, I suppose it’s only fair that you take his place.”

Xander gulped. He’d kind of expected that he’d end up in Angelus’ bed; Spike had been perfectly clear on the services a human pet was expected to provide. But he wasn’t at all sure that he was ready for this.

Angelus wondered if the boy had any idea just how expressive his face was. With an inner smile, he dropped the towel and walked to the bed completely naked. He liked the way the boy’s chocolate eyes widened in shock and then in frank admiration as they traveled the length of Angelus’ body. This human might not be useless after all.

Angelus settled himself comfortably on the bed. His eyes fell on the coffee table and he turned to Xander with a speculative look. “What’s this, then?”

“I…I thought you might want me to bandage your wounds. Some of those scratches look pretty deep.”

After a moment’s deliberation, Angelus nodded.

Xander grabbed the first aid kit and then sat next to Angelus. Most of the wounds, he couldn’t do anything about; deep bruises and cracked bones that would have to heal on their own, but there were some bad scratches and bite marks and these were what Xander turned his attention to. Moving carefully, he began to dab antiseptic on Angelus’ wounds. He seemed to have a large number of bite marks. Xander found a particularly nasty one high on Angelus’ inner thigh-very close to a sensitive area. He looked up at Angelus.

Angelus shrugged. “He always did fight like a gutter rat.”

Xander shook his head, bemused, and continued his ministrations.

Angelus lay back and let himself enjoy the entirely new sensation of being tended to. This wasn’t a normal part of his routine. Vampire constitution being what it was, come morning there wouldn’t be a mark on him. But the boy actually seemed to be enjoying himself and Angelus had to admit that he liked the feel of Xander’s hands on him.

Xander finished and sat back. “After that fight, I thought maybe you…well that maybe you’d be…you know, tense and I thought maybe I could give you a massage. If you wanted.” He waved a hand towards the bottle of oil he had placed next to the first aid kit.

Angelus was seriously starting to rethink his position on human pets. This one might actually be worth keeping. He decided to let the boy have his way. It’d be interesting to see where this was going. He reached out and grabbed the bottle of oil, wordlessly handing it to Xander.

Xander smiled a little. “Could you turn over?”

Angelus did. He made himself comfortable, pillowing his head on his folded arms.

Xander couldn’t seem to find a way to sit that would let him reach all of Angelus. “Could I…umm would it be ok if I sat on your back?”

“That’s fine.”

Xander did only to hear a hiss of annoyance from Angelus.

“What’s wrong?” He was terrified he screwed up before he’d even gotten started.

“Take off your jeans. They itch.”

Xander did but then hesitated. He still had his boxers on. Should he take them off? Angelus hadn’t mentioned them. Finally he left them on. If Angelus wanted them off, Xander was pretty sure he’d say so.

Angelus smothered a grin. He was surprised at how amusing-and arousing-he was finding this pet of Spike’s.

Xander settled himself on the small of Angelus’ back. He opened the bottle of oil and poured a generous amount into his hand. Rubbing his hands together, he warmed the oil. Then he leaned down and began to work Angelus’ tense muscles with slow, firm strokes. He worked slowly, not missing an inch of the broad back. He had Angelus’ body all to himself, able to touch wherever he wanted. It was a heady experience.

Angelus groaned, feeling himself loosen under Xander’s strong hands. He hadn’t realized how tense he was. The fight with Spike had taken more out of him than he’d admitted. He could feel the tension draining out of him.

Xander finished his work on Angelus’ back and moved down so he could treat the powerful thighs and calves to the same blissful treatment. When every last inch of Angelus’ back glistened with oil from Xander’s ministrations, Xander sat back on his heels.

“If…if you want to turn over I can do the front.”

Angelus did and Xander was confronted with proof that not every inch of Angelus was relaxed. His cock was hard and thick, lying flat against his belly. Xander swallowed then began to massage Angelus’ chest. Every so often his gaze would stray to Angelus’ erection and he’d swallow hard again.

Angelus surprised himself by not demanding the boy abandon the massage and get to work relieving his cock. He was curious to see just what the lad had in mind.

When Xander had worked his way down from Angelus’ chest to his toes, he sat back and admired his handy work. The vampire’s powerful body gleamed from the oil Xander had used. He was absolutely beautiful and Xander thought he’d be perfectly happy to sit and stare at that body for the rest of his life. Then his gaze landed on Angelus’ erection once more and he revised that thought. He didn’t want to look; he wanted to touch some more.

When Xander’s warm hand finally stroked his erection, Angelus had to fight the urge to come on the spot. It had been a long time since he’d had a warm body in his bed. He’d almost forgotten how good that felt. The warm soft hand moving up and down his length felt incredible. He opened his eyes to find Xander watching him.

“Take off your boxers.”

The tone was cool, implacable and Xander moved immediately to comply. Angelus let his eyes rest on Xander’s cock. Xander blushed clear down to his toes and Angelus laughed.

“You’re so hard, boy. You must be aching. Do you want to take of that?”

Xander groaned. “Yes, sir.”

“Come here.” Angelus patted the bed next to his hip and Xander moved to the spot. Angelus positioned Xander the way he wanted him, Xander’s head towards Angelus’ feet. The vampire grabbed a pillow and shoved it under Xander’s hips. Then Angelus handed him the bottle of oil.

“Pour some in your hands.”

Xander did, rubbing his hands together to warm the oil the way he had earlier.

“Good. Now you’re going to get yourself ready.”

Xander looked at Angelus, confused.

“I want to fuck you, boy. Now get yourself ready. Unless you’d prefer that I fuck you dry.”

Xander was so embarrassed he couldn’t see straight. He couldn’t believe Angelus wanted him to touch himself…there.

Angelus merely looked at him. Xander gulped. A dry fuck didn’t sound like all that much fun. He looked at Angelus’ huge cock, thought about where the vampire was planning on putting it, and decided dry was definitely not an option. Closing his eyes so he wouldn’t have to see Angelus watching him, he slid a hand down between his legs and began to rub gently at his hole.


Xander’s positioning gave Angelus a perfect view of the boy’s ass. He watched as the boy hesitantly touched himself, face red with embarrassment. His erection, however, had shown no signs of abating and Angelus grinned.

“Push a little harder, baby boy. I want you to make yourself ready for me.”

Xander groaned and did as Angelus asked. He pressed a little harder and gasped when the tip of his finger slid inside. Wanting to please Angelus, he pushed some more and slid his finger in up to the first knuckle.

“Like this?” Xander’s voice was low and husky and it sent a shiver down Angelus’ spine.

“Just like that. That’s perfect. Fuck yourself for me. I want to watch.”

“Oh God.” Xander began to move his finger in and out of his ass, gasping when he found his prostate. He took his finger out and added some more oil to his hand, then gently slid two fingers inside his body. He began to move them in and out, enjoying the stretching sensation. He let his fingers graze his prostate and moaned softly at the little darts of pleasure that ran through him. A light sweat had broken out over his body and he was writhing sensuously on the bed.

“Jesus Christ.” The strangled moan from Angelus made him open his eyes. The vampire was scrambling to his knees, moving to kneel between Xander’s spread thighs. With a small grin, Xander removed his fingers and let Angelus replace them with his cock.

Angelus seated himself to the hilt inside Xander’s warm body. Unable to stay still, he began a steady stroking in and out of Xander’s ass.

“That…was…the…hottest…thing…I…have…ever…seen.” Angelus managed to gasp out between thrusts.

Xander smiled and wrapped his legs firmly around Angelus’ hips. He began to thrust upward, meeting each of Angelus’ strokes. Angelus lay more fully on Xander, trapping his cock between their bellies.

“God, that’s good. Don’t stop.” Xander gasped.

“Not going to, baby boy. Not going to.” Angelus closed his eyes and lost himself to the feeling of being inside Xander. He began to move faster, moving his hips until he could find the soft swelling inside Xander. He began to work it over and over until Xander was writhing under him.

Xander’s breath was coming in harsh gasps and he knew he was going to come any minute now. He began to lift his hips faster, taking in more of Angelus. The pleasure grew and grew until it burst over him and he came with a low keening cry.

Angelus felt the warm rush of Xander’s semen hit his belly and groaned. Several hard thrusts later and he let himself come, spurting his cool release deep inside Xander’s warm ass.
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Angel carefully pulled out of Xander and moved to lie beside him. He smiled when the man moved over to snuggle up against him. He placed a light kiss to the top of Xander’s sweaty head.

“Why didn’t you tell me what was bothering you?”

Angel shrugged. “Couldn’t really find the words, you know? I was afraid you wouldn’t want me, you know…after.”

Xander tipped his head up to look at Angel. “Can’t blame you, I guess. I was always such a shit to you before.”

“You had good reason.”

“No, I didn’t. I was just jealous.”

“Understandable, I guess. I was dating the girl you wanted.”

Xander sat up so he could face Angel. It seemed like now was maybe a good time to get something off his chest. “I wasn’t jealous of you for having her. I was jealous of her for having you.”

Angel stared at him, incredulous.

Xander smiled softly. “What can I say? Spike wasn’t my first male crush or even my first vampire crush. You were. And I was too scared to do anything about it.”

“Xander…”

Xander moved so he could snuggle Angel again. “It’s ok. Water under the bridge and all that. I’m glad things happened the way they did. I have Spike and he makes me happy. And now I have you, too, so there’s no reason to be sad.”

Angel tightened his arms around Xander. They lay quietly for a few minutes before Xander spoke up.

“Angel?”

“Hmm?”

“I’ve noticed…the last few times we…well you’ve started calling me baby boy.”

Angel flushed. “Yeah. I’ll stop if you…”

“No! No. I just wanted to tell you I…really like it when you call me that.”

Angel smiled. “Go to sleep, baby boy. It’s been a long night.”

Smiling contently, Xander did.

He woke sometime later to find that Spike had joined them. They lay together, an impossible tangle of limbs. Happier than he could ever remember being, Xander went back to sleep.