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The tortured screams coming from the other room were music to Spike’s ears. As was the twinkling laughter as Drusilla had her fun. He’d give her another few minutes then he’d interrupt her play.  

He had a hundred years worth of rage towards his grandsire to work through and he wanted his turn too. 

“All finished, Princess?” Spike asked an hour later.  

Drusilla pouted prettily at being interrupted, even more so when he denied her request to stay while he played, but Spike was adamant, and sent her off with a chaste kiss to full, red-tinged lips. Helped her to the door like he was a gallant knight and she his lady fair. 

“See that she eats something,” he ordered the minion standing nearby. Then he shut the door and locked it to ensure that he and Angel would not be interrupted.  

On the return trip to the bed, Spike shrugged out of his duster and red overshirt and dropped them on the table.  

Angel was looking decidedly worse for wear, Spike noticed as he crouched down beside the vampire. His chest and stomach were still smoking from the holy water that Drusilla had used; the smell of charred flesh permeated the air causing his nose to crinkle in distaste. Angel was in agony, no doubt about it.  

And it wasn’t just because he’d been tortured for the last few hours either. 

Spike glanced at the bulge in his grandsire’s pants and smirked. Say what he will, the soul couldn’t prevent him from getting off on the pain. He trailed a finger down Angel’s hardened length, delighting in his grandsire’s indrawn breath as he did so. 

“Seems you got a bit of a problem here, mate.” 

“Fuck you, Spike.” 

“Tsk. Tsk. ‘m not the one tied up, just now. Though I suppose if you ask real nice, I could be persuaded to climb on your lap and have myself a bit of a ride.” Spike saw the tell-tale jump of Angel’s dick and laughed. He leaned in close and whispered in Angel’s ear, “Always did like my ass, didn’t you, Angelus? Said I was the tightest piece you ever had.” 

“Spike,” Angel growled, but it came out sounding more like a moan.  

“How long’s it been since you’ve gotten laid?” Spike asked, cupping Angel’s crotch and giving it a firm squeeze. He watched Angel’s jaw clench as he tried to hold back from making a sound. “Was it me? Was I the last one to make you cry out in ecstasy?” 

Spike nuzzled into Angel’s neck and bit down with blunt teeth.  

“Couldn’t get enough of your favorite, could you, Sire?” he murmured against Angel’s throat. “Was that why you went off alone with Darla?” he sneered as he drew back to stare Angel in the face. “She couldn’t stand the competition for your affections so she conspired to leave me and Dru behind?” 

Angel wasn’t answering, so Spike gripped his hair and yanked his head back. 

“Answer me, Sire!” 

“Will…” Angel gasped out. 

“I’m not your William anymore! Name’s Spike now, remember?” Spike snarled. Pissed because he wanted to cave at the pleading sound of Angel’s voice. The one that had haunted his dreams at times over the last century. “No… you don’t. But I’ll help to refresh your memory. I’ve learned a lot since you’ve been gone. Want to see all the things I’ve learned, Sire?” 

Spike stood abruptly and eyed the slack in the chains securing Angel to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. Applying a bit of preternatural strength, he lifted his grandsire off the ground and flipped him so that he was stretched out prone on top of the bed. It left his arms suspended in the air in front of him, and Spike figured that after an hour or so in that position, Angel would start to feel the burn.  

“Seem to remember a similar situation, only it was me that was trussed up face down on the bed. Refresh my memory, Sire. What happened next?” 

“Clothes,” Angel gasped out, the pain of his tortured chest pressed against the mattress making it difficult for him to draw breath enough to form words. 

“That’s right. Now I remember. You took great pleasure in cutting off my clothes, as I recall. Only fair I do the same, isn’t it?” 

Spike didn’t wait for an answer before he pulled a knife from his boot and cut the pants from Angel’s body. His cocked jumped at the sight; Angel looked good bound and naked, and completely at Spike’s mercy. His mouth watered just thinking of the fun he was about to have.  

His own clothes disappeared with all possible haste, left to fall on the floor in an disorganized heap. What surprised him was Angel turning his head to watch him disrobe, how his eyes sparked with lust as his body was revealed. It made his dick twitch in anticipation of what was to come.

Deny it all he wanted, his soul-having grandsire wanted him.

The End  

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