Divine Retribution

Part 2

The sun was shining brightly outside, but the two vampires, safe and sound inside an old crypt, weren't bothered by its burning rays. Somewhere in the short kissing session, both had lost their shirts. They broke apart, panting. The older vampire broke the silence.

"Are we safe here?" He asked.

"Not really." The younger replied. "The gang know I'm usually asleep during these hours, but if there's some kind of crisis they won't bother to knock. And if Dawn just wants to talk, she might burst in at any moment."

"They're burying her mother today, Spike." The tall brunette reminded his Childe, ‘I don't think she'll visit, at least until later tonight." Spike blinked and bit his lip in consternation.

"I should be there for them now. So should you, really. Too bad they don't have night-time funerals, eh Angelus?" He muttered quietly. "Still, we'd better go downstairs. We'll be more comfy there."

"Oh? You are…prepared?" Angel raised an eyebrow.

"Not really, but there's more space down below. Cooler, too." Spike shrugged, then added hesitantly, "If…If you still want to do this."

"Of course I do." Angel said softly. "Let's go." Draping one arm around the blond vampire's shoulders, Angel led the way downstairs, knowing it instinctively. Crypts were all alike. Probably a conspiracy formed by moviemakers to save on sets, he thought.

The lower room was less Spartan than the one above it. Although it didn't have a television set, it had a large comfortable-looking bed, a small fridge and a microwave. Spike headed for the first, grabbing two bags of blood and setting the second to warm them up. "I only got O neg.. Hope you don't mind."

"Human?" Angel cocked an eyebrow. He had lived on animal blood for so long…He accepted his bag and sniffed appreciatively, "Wonderful." He sighed in contentment.

"Yeah. Better than that shit Willie sells. I get mine fresh from the blood bank, I do." Spike said proudly. "They give me all the tainted samples, wonderfully nice people that they are. This one," he pointed at Angel's bag, "Has a touch of Hepatitis, while mine has the oh-so-unique flavor of the flu."

"Give you?"

"Alright, so maybe I pay them for it." Spike admitted ruefully. "It's still good." He sucked on his own bag happily, distracting himself from what he knew would come soon. Vampires had two ways to reassure each other of love and family bonds- violence and sex. There had been quite a bit of violence earlier, and yet Spike wasn't reassured, and Angel knew it. Thus- sex was the next thing. Spike knew he would enjoy the next few hours, but there was still some fear in his heart- what if Angel changed his mind at the last moment? What if even that wasn't enough? What then?

While Spike was pondering this, Angel wandered through the room, inspecting the corners and the walls. He discovered the pipes with the chains attached to them, and smiled slightly at the fact that his grandchilde was still as playful as ever. Like a child, really…His nose caught a new, very familiar scent, and the smile disappeared immediately, exchanged by his game face as a wave of rage washed over him. He sniffed one last time, just to be sure, and turned to Spike slowly. The younger vampire looked up questioningly at the yellow eyes fixed on him.

"You…Had…Her…Here." Angel snarled coldly, stressing each word and making Spike wince.

"I can explain, mate…" He started, raising his hands defensively. Angel crossed the room in three strides, and grabbed his grandchilde by the neck, dragging him with him to the makeshift posts.

"You TIED her UP!" He bellowed at him. Spike pushed him away angrily.

"It was the only way to get her to listen to me!" He protested. "I didn't hurt her!"

"But you threatened her. You nearly let Dru kill her." Angel argued. "I knew they were both here at the same time, but not like this!" He sniffed again, and his eyes widened in surprise. He knew that Spike and Drusilla had no regard to the traditional Sire/Childe hierarchy, but this was too much. "You tied your own Sire up!"

"I think that's 'Dam', mate." Spike grinned at him, showing neither remorse nor fear, "And she didn't seem to mind. Rather enjoyed it, I imagine. She always liked it. Was disappointed we didn't take it any further."

"You ought to be punished for that, boy." Angel's eyes sparkled with mirth, now that he was reassured that neither woman had been harmed. Now it was time for him to play. With one hand still on Spike's neck, he dragged him closer to the pipe. "Don't you think?"

"No, I don't!" Spike retorted, "Hands off! I thought we were going to have fun!" He whined.

"We are. But first, I am. And stop whining. It's not very respectable at your age." Faster than Spike could resist him, Angel tightened the manacles around his wrists, and attached them to the chains above his head. Ignoring the younger vampire's protests, Angel hugged him from behind, bare chest against bare back, and kissed his neck. When Spike arched his back into his grandsire's body, Angel reached forward, caressed the blond man's chest and deftly unbuttoned his black jeans and slid them down slightly. Spike jerked in surprise.

"Hey! Hey, what the bloody hell are you trying to do?"

"Getting ready to punish you, you dolt." Angel replied, moving around and pulling Spike's pants completely of. He was delighted to discover that underwear was still only optional for his sometime-lover. As he surveyed the perfect marble-white body in front of him, Angel mused back to the first time he'd comforted Spike.

It had been nearly three months after Dru had turned him. Just long enough for him to feel comfortable with his new strength, but not even close to long enough for him to feel like he belonged in Angel's family. After her interest in a new plaything had worn off, Drusilla had entered a violent manic stage. Darla and Angel knew well enough to stay away from the flying china and other household objects, and let the insane girl calm down in her own time. Young William, however, had never experienced anything like it before. Innocently, he had tried to talk to Drusilla, calm and comfort her. She pelted him with Waterford crystal for his efforts, screaming insults and gouging deep scratches in his face. Angel had found him cowering in the corner, blood and tears streaming down his face. He had held the fledgling until he had cried himself to sleep, and taken him to his bed. In the morning, Angel had done what came naturally when there was someone in his bed. William, to his surprise, found that he enjoyed it almost as much as he had with women. They continued their on/off relationship, often sharing Drusilla and then each other. Even when Angel and Drusilla had been busy with each other, one of them always found some time for William. That had been the first time the boy had felt he belonged anywhere. It had been a good time, Angel remembered, that had ended after the Gypsies cursed a soul back into him.

Spike's enraged snarl brought him back to the present, and he shook away the memories. "You gonna leave me here all day, or are you going to get on with it?"

"Why, William! I could almost think you are eager for me to hurt you." Angel smirked. He knew that Spike enjoyed being hurt, as long as it wasn't too hard. His grandchilde had never been good with pain. "I know you have some toys somewhere around here. If you could just tell me where, we'll get started right away. This is going to take a while, so get as comfortable as you can…Not that that's much, the position you're in." Spike glared at him.

"I don't have anything here. Harm took it all when she left."

"Harm?" Angel questioned.

"Harmony. A really stupid cow, but she was an easy catch for a desperate man." Spike shrugged as best as he could. "She shacked up with me for a while. Had a good time. She likes pain even more than I do." He grinned.

"You turned someone without permission from your…Dam?" Angel frowned.

"She wasn't mine." Spike shook his head slightly, making the chains rattle. He then did it again just to hear the sound they made. "Some other idiot made her and got dusted soon after. She was completely clueless. Had to teach her everything. She found ways to thank me, so it became an arrangement, you know? I helped her out and she just lay back and enjoyed it." He smiled. "It sort of ended after I moved here. She said that hanging out with a neutered vamp was bad for her rep. Ungrateful bitch."

"You still lived with another Sire's Childe. You'll be punished for that as well."

"I didn't know it was against the rules!" Spike argued. Angel smirked at him.

"You're tied up, William. I make the rules here. If I say you're going to be punished, you are."

Spike looked down meekly, "Yes, Sire." He then looked up again, meekness gone. "Where are you going?"

"To find something to use on you, my boy." Angel stressed the possessive word, "This is going to be much too long for me to use only my hand."

"Do me a favor?" Spike asked in a bratty tone.

"It comes with a price." Angel shrugged. Spike nodded.

"My nose is itchy." He said. Angel scratched it for him, then walked behind him and blazed a solid smack against each of his buttocks. Spike fidgeted slightly, but didn't seem to mind too much.

"You'll never grow up, will you William?" Angel asked rhetorically. He smiled when Spike glared at him.

"I already have, thank you very much." He huffed.

"Like hell you have, boy. You were a spoiled child, a pampered adolescent, then a vampire. You never had to grow up. Human rules never really applied to you. You're a very lucky child, but a child nonetheless." Angel didn't wait for Spike to respond, but went upstairs and found a nice thick belt he could use as a strap. He was glad Spike still had a taste for good quality leather, in clothes as well as in other things. "Now we can start." He announced, walking down the stairs.

"Good. My arms are starting to hurt." Spike complained. "Hey, not that one!" He protested when he saw the belt in Angel's hand, "I like it, and you're going to ruin it."

"I liked the shirt you punched full of holes in L.A., boy." Angel replied coldly, "Now we'll be quits. In all ways. You should be glad I couldn't find any pokers."

Spike was starting to get worried. Angelus's punishments had always been brutal, but ranged from playful torture before sex to savage beatings when he was really angry. Those were almost never followed by sex, but only because he'd only stopped when William was unconscious. Angelus usually had a good reason to punish his childer, even if it was fabricated. This was different. He had never been punished by Angel before. The older vampire had lost interest in their little games after his soul returned. This was new territory, and he felt a small thrill of fear start in his stomach. He heard Angel double up the belt in his hand, and swing it. He gasped at the strip of pain across his lower back. "Watch it, mate." He warned.

"Silence!" Angel thundered. He put his entire body behind the next lash, not holding back one bit. It hit Spike across the shoulderblades, and he bit back a scream as he felt wetness run down his back. The next blows concentrated on his lower back and on his buttocks, turning them into a mess of blood and bruises. He cried out once or twice, felling his member harden despite the agony he was in, or perhaps because of it. Angel stopped for a moment, and moved around to face Spike. The younger vampire looked at him through tear-filled eyes.

"What'd you stop for?" He gasped, "Get it over with." Spike understood revenge. He knew that Angel needed it, and that the fact he was punishing him and not killing him meant that he really cared. Pain equaled love in his mind-Angel's love, anyway.

"I'm letting you heal some, William. It hurts more if I cut the skin again every now and then." Angel explained. He gave the other a cursory glance, and noted his growing erection. "In a hurry, are you?"

"Hey." Spike blinked away tears and got a clearer look at Angel and at the growing bulge in the front of his pants. "Take off your pants." He asked. "'S not fair that you're the only one who gets a view."

"I'm standing behind you, William." It was always William during these sessions, never Spike. "Unless you want me to move to the front for a while?" He suggested. Spike shook his head hurriedly, but Angel just smiled at him. "I think I will anyway." He swung the belt and struck three times before the pain sunk in and Spike howled. "You've always had a low pain threshold, boy. Too bad about it. Had enough?" The younger vampire shook his head. He wasn't ready to grovel yet, despite the welts and bruises. Angel moved to his back again, covering every inch from his shoulders to his knees with red stripes. The screams very satisfying. Angel stopped to rest his arm, and Spike growled at him. His true face had appeared, and his dick was as hard as a rock.

"Please…" He whispered, "Angelus, please."

"Not yet, boy. You don't deserve to come yet, and I'm not nearly done. You can come down from there, though." Angel reached up and unlocked the chains, and Spike slumped to the floor, breathing hard. He looked up hopefully, and saw Angel turn away from him. Cold rage filled his eyes, and he rose and glared at his sire.

"If you don't want me, you bastard, you could have said so." He said angrily, turning away himself. Angel looked at him and sighed. He should have known. William had always been so impatient, so reckless. Angel knew that Spike was willing to play by his rules, but only as long as he was satisfied quickly. Every gesture of the younger vampire screamed betrayal and hurt. He went to him and gathered him into a hug. Spike struggled away from it, and turned on Angel with blazing eyes and flying fists. If he wasn't going to get sex, he'd get satisfaction another way. Angel caught the first punch, and the second, and held both of Spike's hands tight. He then looped one leg around the other man's knees and sent them both to the floor in a heap. Spike was about to say something, but Angel silenced him with a kiss. He then shook his slightly.

"Listen to me, you foolish boy. I do love you, I do want you, and I will have you, but right now you're being punished. Do you understand?" He ran his hand through bleach blond hair. Spike pouted.

"It's not fair."

"Not much in life is. Or in unlife. Get used to it. Come on." Angel turned the younger vampire so that they were facing each other on the floor, and slipped out of his pants. "Do you have any lubricant?"

"Nope." Spike smirked at him.

"Well, then, you'll just have to do it yourself, wouldn't you? Unless you'd rather I tore you up?" Angel smiled back. Spike moved his head obligingly down and took Angel's growing manhood in his mouth. Angel lay back and closed his eyes, purring in pleasure as Spike proved that he still remembered everything he was taught. The younger vampire worked his tongue and teeth, carefully kept blunt, over the length of angel's dick, circling the tip with tiny, delicate flicks that set his entire body on fire. Angel felt his true face slide in as his control slipped for an instant, then reasserted itself. He arched his back as he came soundlessly, cold penis shrinking in a cold mouth. Spike wiped semen of his chin and glared at him again. Swallowing, he mumbled, "What about me?"

"You're being punished. Your turn comes later, boy. Besides, you don't look too neglected. Took care of yourself, as usual." And indeed, Spike had stroked himself to a climax while sucking Angel. "Without permission, again. You disobedient brat. You'll pay for these misdemeanors. I'm teaching you lessons your father should have taught you over a century ago." The script was familiar- Angelus used the same words every time he punished Spike. He didn't bother to wipe himself off, knowing that Spike had licked him clean. He rose gracefully, and pulled the younger vampire into his lap, face down. "The flogging was for that day two years ago. This is what Drusilla would have done, as punishment for tying her up like that. Next time, think before you do these things to your Sire, boy." He explained over the sound of Spike's curses and protests. These quieted as Angel started to spank Spike with his hand, turning his still healing butt a dark shade of red. Spike struggled and gasped in pain, kicking futilely until Angel trapped his legs with his own. He could feel Spike's renewed erection press into his thighs, and his own dick grew again.

"Come on…Angelus…" Spike whimpered after nearly thirty minutes of hard smacks, "Haven't you had, OW! Enough yet?" As hard as he tried, most of his gasps came out as sobs of pain now.

"My William." Angel stopped and waved his sore hand. "Always in such a hurry, my boy. I may have had enough, but I don't think you have."

"Please stop." Spike begged, trying to act cowed, even though he was far from it, "I'll be good. I'm sorry I tied Dru up…The little bitch deserved it. OUCH!" Angel smacked him again, hard. "Well, she did. And she enjoyed it."

"It was still inappropriate, my Childe." Angel scolded gently. "I'm trying, < SMACK > to help you, < SLAP > curb your < SMACK > impatience so that < SLAP > you stop < SLAP > and < SWAT > think, next time you feel like tying people up.< SLAP, SWAT, SLAP > Is that clear?"

"Yeah, yeah. It's bloody clear, you poof. Now leggo of me already." It was clear that being humble wouldn't help, so Spike shed the pretence. The comment earned Spike another thirty hard smacks to his burning ass. Angel pulled him up and threw him on the bed then, facing down.

"On second thought, I like you too much to do you dry." He said absent mindedly, reaching for his pants. Spike nearly howled in frustration and disappointment. It seemed he wasn't going to get any after all. He may have been desperate, but he did not want any more pain than was necessary, so he said nothing. He could always go outside and kill a demon after dark. He heard Angel search for something, and opened one eye, straining to look behind him without moving. "Luckily for you, boy, I have my own." Angel waved the jar of Vaseline in triumph, "Thank God for chapped lips." Spike sighed with relief. He heard Angel lather himself with the lubricant, and was slightly surprised that he hadn't been turned over yet. Then he felt Angel rub himself against his sore back and buttocks, and swore under his breath. This was going to hurt- a lot. Damn Angel. His face a pressed into a pillow as rough pubic hair rubbed against his flaming behind, and he squirmed uncomfortably. He felt Angel's cold shaft slide against the crack between his cheeks and position itself against his opening. He grabbed the sides of the bed and bit his lips hard to keep from screaming as Angel thrust himself in. He hadn't had anal sex in nearly a century, and the muscles weren't used to this rough handling.

"Shhh…Childe. Easy, now." Angel pulled himself backwards, settling his weight more comfortably against the younger vampire's back. He slammed himself deeper into the younger vampire's tunnel, rubbing himself harder against the welts and bruises. He thrusted deeper and deeper, paying no attention to his Childe's strangled gasps of pain, nor to the guilt he knew he'd feel for roughing him up later. This was pure punishment and domination. Not wanting the other vampire to suffer completely, Angel reached forward and started stroking the other's penis, drawing forth purrs of pleasure between moans of pain. They came together, crying out each other's names. Angel did not immediately withdraw, but turned both of them so the lay on their sides, spooning. He cradled his Childe as they both calmed down. Then, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, Spike bared his neck to his grandsire expecting him to seal their renewed bond by drinking from him. Angel ignored it. Before Spike could panic, though, Angel turned him over again, and started caressing him softly all over, preparing them both for another round.

This time, the lovemaking was far less furious, a gesture of reconciliation and love, rather than a show of power. Most importantly, they did it face to face, kissing and whispering in ecstasy. Angel was slower this time, although he was still very much on top and in control. He took the time to make sure they were both satisfied. The climax was just as exhilarating, though. Angel pulled away from another deep kiss, fighting to keep his human mask on. Even at the height of passion, he had to keep his demon under control. Spike never even tried. Still lightly dazed from coming so many times in such a short amount of time, he bared his neck to his sire again. And again, Angel didn't respond.

Spike felt his heart crack, and a burning started behind his eyes. I am the Big Bad, he thought, The evilest creature this side of the Atlantic. I am a Master Vampire, damn it all to hell, this shouldn't be happening! And it was. Angelwas completely unaware of his act of submission, or maybe he didn't care. In any way, it was clear he didn't want to complete the ritual. I'm a badass vampire. Spike thought again. I can't let him get to me like that. I'm not some souled poof! Why, why do I let him crush my heart like this every time. He's Angelus. I hate him. He started to glare at his sire in anger for manipulating him, but was stopped by a sudden thought. No. He's Angel. He hates me. Angelus may have been violent and scary and cruel, but at least he loved me. Angel doesn't love me. He loves Buffy. And I can never have either one of their loves. It's just not fair. It's not fair!

"What isn't fair, Childe?" Angel's question snapped him out of his reverie and back into the painful reality. He must have said that out loud. Damn.

"Nothing, Sire." He replied with difficulty, controlling his voice carefully. Angel's hand in his hair tightened around blond strands, pulling painfully.

"Don't lie to me, William." Angel said gently, "Tell me what's so unfair."

"It's not fair," Spike started forcefully, "That Dawn's the bloody stupid key and that she has a sodding hell-goddess after her. It's unfair that Buffy'll never love me back." He choked, "It's…It's unfair that J…Joyce died. It's not fair that I have a damned chip in my brain that keeps me from hunting." The pent up frustrations of the past two years, his grief over Joyce's death, compassion for Dawn he didn't know he had; all those, combined with the afterglow of sex and the terrible lonely feeling in his unbeating heart found their way out in the form of two tears, which Spike wiped away quickly, hoping that Angel hadn't noticed. There was no way he was going to shame himself by crying in front of his grandsire.

"Is that all?" Damn that all-knowing tone. He wasn't going to let it go. Spike took a shaky and unnecessary breath, and went on in a rush.

"An' it's not ruddy fair that you don'tlovemeanymore!" He wailed, curling up and fighting a losing battle against tears. Screw his self-respect, he was in pain! His heart was breaking, and the poof was doing nothing about it! He sobbed once, quietly, then settled for a steady but soundless stream of tears. Angel's hands tightened around him, comforting him in a way he hadn't felt in years.

"What would make you think that, my boy?" The older vampire whispered, torn at the sight of his favorite Childe hurting like that, but unsure about how to help.

"You…You…" Spike was by now crying so hard he could barely get in enough air to talk, having given up on stopping. He would have time enough to feel humiliated about it in the evening- right now all he was aware of was his anguish and the strong arms around him. "You didn't drink. I asked you, you bastard, and, and you ignored it. You don't want me!" He stopped trying to talk as well, and simply let everything out, certain his Sire would finally understand now.

Angel understood, and felt his own eyes fill up with remorse. He hadn't thought that the situation was that bad. He turned the younger vampire to face him. The tear streaked face and haunted eyes almost broke his heart. "Shhh…I didn't mean to hurt you," He crooned, "I didn't want to hurt you. I couldn't let the demon out. Angelus…He would have hurt you, William, much worse than anything I do. That's why I didn't drink. You are my Childe, and you'll always be. I need no further proof of your submission."

"Please? I…I need to be sure…" Spike looked so miserable that Angel just had to kiss him. He then shifted into his game face and moved down to Spike's bared neck. The blond moaned in pleasure as fangs pierced his skin, and Angel sucked deeply. He then opened his eyes and did something he very rarely did. He bared his own neck to his Childe. This was the ultimate act of trust and bonding. Spike hesitated, then sank his fangs into his Sire's neck. They clasped each other as two bodies became one circulation and one blood, their minds as one.

An unknown time later, Angel pulled away and motioned for Spike to do the same. They lay together, neither one wanting to break the moment. Finally, He whispered, "Have I told you lately how beautiful you are, William?"

"Not in the last century or so, Sire." Spike smirked slightly, sleepily.

"Well, you are, my boy. You are the most perfect specimen of vampire or human I've ever seen. I keep forgetting to thank Drusilla for making you." Angel looked at his Childe with love, and renewed lust, and kissed him gently. Spike rumbled against his chest, and snuggled down more comfortably.

"How long 'til sunset?" He yawned, worn out by emotions and energetic sex.

"Bout two hours." Angel lay back and stretched himself. Spike nestled against him.

"Good." In seconds, he was asleep. Angel looked at him fondly. They would always be Sire and Childe. Even if he didn't quite love him as his unsouled self had, he could probably learn to. If I don't stake him first, he thought as Spike kicked him in his sleep. To keep him from moving, Angel wrapped an arm and a leg across his Childe's respective parts. The younger vampire started purring quietly.

"Mine." Angel whispered as he, too, dozed off, holding his favored Childe.

THE END