Xander snarled at Angel. The older vampire sat back with a self satisfied smirk. The insolent fledge was lying on his bed naked, wrists handcuffed to the headboard. Xander knew that he was dealing with the demon Angelus, and welcomed the challenge. He knew that eventually, the older vampire would break him - and he looked forward to that moment almost as much as he looked forward to the torture he would go through before that.

"I can see you are enjoying this," Angel grinned around fangs, brushing his fingertips up the length of Xander's hard dick.

Xander thrust into his hand. "Bastard," he hissed.

"Don't curse me until you see what I'm going to do," Angelus purred. He moved to his trunk of 'toys' and pulled out a long and ornate dagger.

Xander's lips curled into a grin. He knew that Willow hadn't had the joy of knife play, knowing that the female still had far too much of her soul to enjoy it. However, Xander and Spike had delved a bit into the pleasure a knife could cause against one's skin, and he rather enjoyed it. "So you gonna scar me, Deadboy? I've seen the intricate 'A' on Spike. . .nice work."

"I plan too, yes," Angel smirked, pressing the tip of the knife against the end of his finger. He turned the knife, smiling as it broke skin, causing a small amount of his blood to drip on the dagger's blade. "Do you want to taste?" he purred, holding his finger out to Xander.

Xander fought back the demon, the urge to taste his grandsire's blood. He was still haunted by the richness of Spike's blood on his lips and *knew* that Angel's would be that much more powerful. "No," he said. "I don't need *your* blood."

"Too bad," Angel murmured, his eyes locked with Xander's. He slid his finger into his mouth, licking the blood off of it, swirling his tongue along the tip, teasing Xander. The vampire's cock twitched, aching to have his Grandsire's mouth around his rod. Xander forced himself to look away, not wanting to give Angel more ammunition.

Angel moved to the bed, surprised at how strong Xander was. He smirked, flipping the youth so he was lying on his stomach. He straddled the younger vampire's thighs, pressing the knife against the base of his spine.

"You know Spike's going to shit a brick when he sees what you've done," Xander said through gritted teeth, trying hard not to enjoy the pain Angel was providing him.

"No, I don't think he will," Angel murmured, starting on his masterpiece.

~*~

"You did *what*?" Spike yelled, his amber eyes bleeding through, anger racing through his body.

Angel's eyebrow rose. "I scarred him, Spike. Just as I did you over a century ago."

Spike turned away from his Sire, his arms crossed in anger. "He's *mine*, Angelus. You *can't* have him."

Angel smirked at his childe's back. "But you haven't even seen what I've done," Angel said soothingly, wrapping his arms around the blonde vampire. "I think you will be pleased."

"Daddy!" Willow cried gleefully. "Come see what Angel did!"

Spike yanked out of Angel's embrace and looked up at his Sire, his glare deadly. "I just want you to know, I'm *extremely* angry with you."

Angel's eyebrow rose. "Fine, be that way," he smirked.

The two vampires walked into the room. Spike stopped briefly, inhaling a breath he didn't need. His lovely Xander was stretched out on the bed, completely naked, his lean form tense from the teasing he was getting from his beautiful redhead. She was on her knees beside him, slowly licking the bloodied mess at the base of Xander's spine. Spike groaned, matching the soft moans pouring from Xander's lips.

Willow looked up, absentmindedly wiping the blood away from her lips. "It's beautiful, Angelus," she purred, pink tinged tears filling her eyes. "Spikey, come look."

Spike gritted his teeth, moving towards the bed. He knew that he was going to hurt when he saw the familiar 'A' grace his childe's flesh, but it was apparent that Willow liked it. For that reason alone, he would grit his teeth and pretend that it was beautiful. . .

He blinked, in mild shock. "What the hell is it?" The only thing familiar about the design on his childe's back was the tiny 'A' in the corner of whatever it was Angel had decided belonged at the base of Xander's spine.

Willow traced her finger through the cuts, causing Xander to moan more, and thrust his hips into the sheets. "Come on, Wills," Xander said, begging. "Been hard too long. . .stop teasing. . ."

Willow laughed playfully, slapping Xander hard on the ass. "Shut up, Xander. I have to explain this to daddy, then I'll flip you over and fuck you hard."

Xander tugged on the manacles, his body aching to be taken. "Just hurry," he grunted.

Willow started to slowly trace the design. "See," she murmured softly, following the curves of the larger part of the design. "This is the 'S'." She moved to the straight lines interwoven through the curves. "And this is the 'W'. Spike and Willow."

Spike blinked in mild shock when it all fell into place. He turned to Angel; somewhat embarrassed by his original reaction when he originally found out that the older vampire had scarred him. "That's. . ." He hugged himself slightly, not able to express how it made him feel to see the beautiful design on his childe's back, to see the physical evidence that the man on the bed belonged to him and Willow. "That's bloody. . ."

"It's beautiful," Willow murmured. "I want one, an 'S' and an 'X'. In the same place."

Angel smirked at his Childe. "And if you want, William, I'll put an 'X' and a 'W' on you. . ."

Blue eyes slowly rose, meeting brown. It was at that moment that Spike knew that Angel considered him an equal, that he was proud of him for what he had done with Willow and Xander. He was allowing him to claim to belong to someone else. "Peaches," Spike said with a smirk, "you aren't all that bad."

Angel grinned. "Thanks, I think."

Willow sighed exasperatingly. "Are we *done* here? Have you two gotten everything all worked out? Cause, um, well, I'm horny, and Xander's about to explode, and I really don't feel comfortable shagging him while you two are having an emotional moment."

Spike rolled his eyes, laughing at his childer. "Go right ahead, Red. Shag away."

Willow flipped Xander back onto his back and hiked her skirt up, sliding down on her lover's cock. Xander hissed when he was surrounded by her tightness, silently thanking whoever listened to demons that Willow would forever be as tight as she was.

Spike licked his lips, watching the redhead bounce on Xander's thick rod. "What do ya say, Sire? Wanna join 'em?"

Angel had already pulled his shirt off. "Sounds like a plan, Spike."

The two older vampires joined the youngest on the bed, completely cementing the family bonds between the four of them.

End

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