TITLE: Revenge Is Sweet Sequel to From Cherry Tart To Beefy Stud AUTHOR: Tienco (tienco@msn.com) COUPLE: A/S, mentions A/C and S/W RATING: NC-17! (Well, part two is. . .) DISTRIBUTION: My site!! www.oocities.org/tienco_21 and various lists. Ask if you want it, I'll let you have it. Oh, Kylia, and Jai can always have it. . .if I've given you permission for something else, you are welcome to this. DISCLAIMER: All belongs to Joss Whedon. Gosh, I wish I were Joss. I'd have such a good time with Spike. . .and Angel. . .and Xander. . .and Graham. . . and Lindsey. . .throw Willow and Faith in there and it's a party!! FEEDBACK: Of *course*. Makes me write more. SPOILERS: Alrighty. This is important here. What Spike does for revenge is something that is supposedly going to happen in season two of Angel, but as far as I'm aware, it isn't Spike doing it (I'm pretty sure it's not). If you *don't* want to know about it, then please don't read this. . .but it's damn funny and the smut is good, so read it anyway. :) SUMMARY: Spike finally pays Angel back for helping Willow post his naked ass in the trashy porn 'Beefy Stud'. NOTES: This is a sequel to my uproariously funny (really, it was. They said it was) story 'From Cherry Tart to Beefy Stud'. It is highly suggested you read that first (just cause it's funny). If you don't want to, just know that Spike is getting revenge on his Sire. . .but you should read it. Here is a link: http://www.fortunecity.com/skyscraper/market/173/fromcherrytarttobeefystud.h tm (Oh, guys, that's the Garden of the Jai. . .Jai, please please don't be upset I linked them to your page, I don't think this is updated on mine. . .*grin* Besides, it looks better on your page. :)) DEDICATION: To Neko, my little snugglebunny, cause I was talking to her about the upcoming season of Angel when this little idea formed in my head, and she helped me work out the particulars and told me I should write this. *Whew! Fic now! :)* ~*~*~*~ Black fingernails trailed along the side of the sweet mint condition black 1967 Plymouth Belvedere GTX. Spike's blue eyes gleamed in the light cast from the street lamp on the corner where his Sire so carelessly left the car. Sure, the Poof in Shining Armor was off fighting a demon with his Mate and the ex-Watcher, defending the City of Angels from yet another evil fiend from Hell, but still. He shouldn't have left the car unattended on the side of the road. The blonde smirked, having finally thought of the perfect payback for his Sire's participation in the posting of his naked arse as the centerfold of 'Beefy Stud'. Of course, he'd gotten *tons* of fan mail from the picture - all of which he took great pleasure in reading to his Mate, knowing it flustered her to no end knowing that women (and some men) around the country were masturbating to his picture, and writing to him in great detail about their fantasies. Spike shook his head, returning to the task at hand. He loved his DeSoto, there was no question about that. He'd stolen it brand new, taken great pains to keep it looking and running in perfect condition. He'd shagged Drusilla, Willow, and a host of other women in the backseat of his car; he carried the almost dead bodies of his worse enemies in it's trunk, he'd kept it when he had nothing to his name, other than the duster on his back. But there was something ethereal about Angel's car. It reminded Spike of his Sire: big, dark, and broody. He never thought a car could 'brood', until he saw that car. As much fun as the blonde made of the car, calling it everything from the Angel Mobile to His Poofiness' Chariot, he loved that car. His fingers curled, itching to wrap around the steering wheel, to drive it, to feel the power the car wielded. He wanted to control the car as much as he wanted to control its owner. However, he knew that if he ever reinitiated the bond between he and his Sire, he'd never have control. Even in his souled state, the Poof was in total control, never losing it to anyone or anything. Perhaps he let his Mate think she had control when he took her to his bed, but Spike knew better. He knew that it was all an illusion, and that Angel could take control from the former cheerleader at any given moment. But that didn't matter. Spike knew that Angel loved his car - it was one of the few things in the world the souled vampire would allow himself the pleasure of enjoying. Spike knew that Angel would disappear for hours at a time on slow nights, driving around LA, enjoying the wind blowing through his gel spiked hair. Spike licked his lips eagerly. He glanced around, making sure that no one was watching his lesson in Carjacking 101. He reached in the car, astonished that no one had ever stolen it before. The top was down, the car just begging to be stolen. He unlocked the door, opening it. Sure, he could have jumped over the door and plopped down on the seat, but he wanted the full satisfaction of opening the door and sliding in. He sighed happily, closing his eyes as he settled into the molded leather seats. He grumbled slightly, cursing his long legged Sire for having the seat so far back. He reached under the seat, scooting it up so he was able to drive it like a demon should. He reached under the dashboard, humming innocently to himself as he busied himself hot wiring the car. It was only a moment before the Angel Mobile roared to life. He sat back with a smile, enjoying the way the car purred to him. He eased the car into drive, wrapped his hands around the steering wheel, and sped off into the lazy LA night. ~*~*~*~ "Very well done, Cordelia," Wesley commented as they walked down the street. "The way you started screaming bloody murder and pulled the demon's attention away long enough for Angel to decapitate it. . ." Cordelia blinked, then grinned. "It was the plan the whole time, Wesley," she giggled. "I had planned to do that." "Because you weren't scared at all, right, Cordelia?" Angel smiled, hugging his Mate closer to his body. "Not at all," Cordelia remarked. "Not when I have my hot vampire boyfriend, and my ex-Watcher best friend in my corner. I know nothing will ever happen to me." Wesley chuckled, stepping out from around the corner. He stopped dead in his tracks with a frown. He glanced around, then up at the street sign, checking to make sure that they were on the right corner. Angel bumped into him, then stepped back. "Wesley?" He looked up, over Wesley's shoulder, his eyes going wide. "My. . .my car! Where is my car?" "Oh, no," Cordelia said softly, pulling out of Angel's arms. She didn't want to be near him when he completely lost control of the demon and started beating the hell out of everything because his car had been stolen. "My car is gone," Angel whispered, tears filling his eyes. The only thing he loved more than his car was Cordelia, and perhaps his childe. . . He raised his head, sniffing the air. There was something familiar on the wind, a scent that he had known intimately at a particular point in time. . . Spike. His demon fell forward. "Heads will roll," he swore. "I told you that you needed to put an alarm on the car, Angel," Cordelia said haughtily. "Any stupid carjacker could take it right off the street. I'm surprised that this is only the first time that this has happened." "Spike," Angel whispered. "Spike?" Wesley asked, turning around. "William the Bloody did this? He stole your car? Why would he do that?" Cordelia smiled knowingly. "It was the centerfold of Beefy Stud. He promised revenge, Angel. Of course he's going to steal the one thing closest to your heart that he could. God knows he couldn't steal me, so he might as well go after the next best thing." Angel's lips curled into an Angelus smirk. "I will get my car back." "That's all fine and good, Angel," Wesley said softly, "but for now, how are we going to get home?" ~*~*~*~ "I can't believe *I* was a rode on something they call public transportation." Cordelia said, throwing her bag down. "The people on that bus were so. . .icky!" Wesley smirked. "Did you see that one guy with the Blue Mohawk?" "I can't believe the bastard told me he wanted my axe," Angel grumbled, throwing said axe down on the couch. "I can't believe they let you on the *bus* with the axe," Cordelia rolled her eyes. "I'm not giving up my axe," Angel shot back. "I would have walked home." "And let the sun get you? Highly doubtful," Cordelia replied. "Uh, Angel?" Wesley said, picking up a piece of paper. "I think your childe has been here." He handed the sheet of paper to Angel. Angel studied the paper, not reading the words yet, but seeing the familiar handwriting. He smiled softly, losing himself in memories. Long days of teaching a growling brown haired vampire how to read and write, so he could make his way through the world. He remembered the begging, the whining of his childe, not wanting to take the time to learn something "as bloody useless as readin' and writin'." And the pleasurable rewards when William finally did learn something, how Angelus would take his time to entertain his childe. He shook his head, clearing his mind of those memories. He didn't need to think of being with William, or his blonde successor. He was going to kill him. He followed the words on the paper, written in a flowing script that was reminiscent of a time long gone - and reminded Angel of his own writing. The styles were the same, as he *was* the writer's teacher. "Peaches," he read out loud for Cordelia and Wesley's benefit, "as you know, your precious car has been stolen. Why, you must be asking yourself. Or, knowing as smart as you are, you already bloody know. Yes, it is retaliation for the picture you and my witch sent in to 'Beefy Stud'. I'll be getting in touch with you to let you know how to get your precious car back. With Love, Your Favorite Childe." Angel growled softly, his eyes bleeding to yellow. "I'm going to kill him." *~*~*~* Spike stared wistfully at Angel's car. The older vampire would be there any moment, and Spike knew that Willow was the only reason the man wasn't going to stake him. Angel couldn't bring himself to do anything that would hurt the redheaded witch. Spike spent a whole week in LA, telling Willow he would be home after he finished with his business. He took great care of the car, not wanting to actually hurt it. He only wanted to hurt his Sire. He sighed unnecessarily, knowing he would miss Angel's car. The way it purred when he drove it. . .it wasn't his DeSoto, but it was still a fine, fine car. "Spike." Spike turned, smiling. "Peaches. Glad you could come." Angel glared at his childe, then pushed past him, looking over his car for any scratches or maltreatment. "I didn't hurt your baby," Spike said, crossing his arms. He leaned against the wall, watching Angel as he stood up, satisfied with his search. "I took great bloody care of it, filled the tank with gas, even got the bloody thing washed. I'd give you the keys, but obviously, I don't have them." He shrugged. "So now I'm going to take myself back to Sunnydale, to the waiting arms of my Mate." He pushed off the wall, walking away from his Sire. "So that's it then," Angel asked, smirking. Spike stopped, but didn't turn around. His voice echoed through the garage. "What do you mean, Poof?" "You steal my car for a week, then walk away? That's your revenge?" Spike turned with a frown. "I would think that bloody keeping your precious baby away from you for a whole agonizing seven days would be enough torture for you." Angel studied the tense form of his childe, knowing he was expecting for Angelus to push through and punish him. But Angel wasn't planning on giving him that. He had something else entirely different in mind. Of course, his next action could completely ruin the fragile friendship the two tried to maintain for the sake of their mates, but it was worth a try. He trailed his fingertips along the side of the car, much like Spike did the week before. He leaned against the door, crossing his arms. The left side of his mouth went up in an Angelus smirk, making the older vampire look completely mad and ready to duke it out. Spike's hands formed fists, ready for his Sire to take out his aggressions on him. He'd gotten himself in plenty of fights the entire week spent in LA, preparing himself for the inevitable beating he would receive. He at least wanted to show up for the fight. . . "You don't want to shag me in the backseat, Spike?" Spike's mouth dropped open as he recognized lust in the dark brooding eyes of his Sire. "W. . .What?" "Shag. Me. Backseat. Have you bleached your hair too much? Did some of the peroxide affect your brain cells?" Spike growled dangerously. "Angelus. . ." "Come on, Spike. Me and you. Right here, right now. Backseat." He jerked his head towards the backseat, keeping the rest of his massive frame loose and ready for the attack. "I know you want to. You want to take control, because this is what all of this was about, wasn't it? Taking control from me. Something you never could do, but always dreamed of. Even back in the day, when you were the curly brown haired vampire kneeling at my feet in submission, I saw the depths of your blue eyes, wanting to stand up and take control from me, to show me what you went through, night after night. You never could, Spike, and you never will again. But I'm giving you the opportunity. Right here, right now." Spike closed his eyes and locked his jaw, shaking his head furiously. "No!" he exclaimed. "Red would *kill* me." "Come now, William," Angel purred. "She knows of our relationship, and what it used to be. She would understand, just as Cordelia does. My Mate knows about this, knows I am offering you this one night. Just as Willow does." Spike's eyes flew open. "Red knows!?" "Of course. Cordelia called to make sure it would be ok," Angel replied, smiling insanely. "I don't believe you," Spike growled. Angel pulled out his cell phone and threw it to Spike. "Call her yourself, blondie." Spike frowned at him once more, then quickly dialed the number to his apartment in Sunnydale. He hit send. He waited patiently as the phone rang once, twice, then Willow answered, out of breath. "Hello?" Spike growled softly. "Why are you breathless, Red?" Willow giggled slightly. "Xander. He was tickling me. We were watching a movie and he started. . ." Spike's angry growl cut her off. He wasn't thrilled with the fact that the moron's hands were on his witch. "Willow. . ." He heard Anya whining in the background. "Come on, Wills! Come back to the movie. Tell the Slayer if that's her on the phone that we aren't saying we are sorry yet!" Spike smiled slightly. They were fighting with Bitchy again. He loved it when Buffy and Willow duked it out, knowing that his witch won every time. He chuckled. "Red. . ." he started. "Oh, goddess! Did you and Angel get to. . .you know?" Willow giggled embarrassingly. Spike could imagine the sound of her blood rushing to her cheeks. "I mean, cause. . .you know. . ." "No, not yet, pet. That's why I was calling. Peaches said you said it was ok." "Oh, duh, Spike," Willow laughed. "He's your Sire. If you two can. . .you know. . ." "It's called sex, pet. You and I do it on a regular basis." She giggled. "I miss you. Goddess, I miss you a lot." "I'll be home soon, pet. I just have to shag my sire in the backseat of the car." "Ooooh," Willow chuckled. "As long as you promise to take me in the backseat of the DeSoto. . ." "I promise, pet. I love you." "Have a good time, Spike! Love you too!" She made a slight kissing noise, then hung up the phone. Spike ended the call and threw the phone back to his sire, who caught it and slipped it into his jacket with one graceful motion. "Well?" Angel questioned. He barely had the word out of his mouth when Spike slammed into him, kissing him brutally and almost knocking him over the door into the car. Angel met his kiss with the same intensity, instantly becoming hard. It had been far too long since he'd enjoyed the kisses and touch of his childe, and ached for that moment again. Spike reached into his duster, searching for the ever illusive tube of lubrication before he pulled away. "Fuck me!" he cried out. "I don't carry lube anymore since I started shagging the witch." Angel grinned, pulling a bottle of lube out of his own jacket pocket. "Came prepared." Spike's lips curled into a grin. "Lube. Never leave home without it." He pulled away and unbuckled his pants. He jumped over the side of the car into the backseat, looking around. He frowned, then shrugged, settling into a seated position. He lifted his hips and pulled his pants down to his knees, his long hard cock jutting out from his body proudly. "Come on, Peaches. Ride me like a blonde stallion." Angel's eyebrow rose. "Ride you like a blonde stallion?" he asked. "Where the hell. . .no, never mind. I don't think I want to know." He climbed into the car, peeling his leather pants off. With a grin he sat up, throwing his leg over Spike. "Uh-uh, Peaches. Face me," Spike demanded. "I want to see your face. You always enjoying humiliating me by watching my face when you shagged me. . .it's my turn." Angel grinned. "If that's the way you want it, Spikey." He turned, settling on Spike's thighs. Their cocks rubbed against each other, causing Spike to groan softly. Angel took the lube out of Spike's hands and poured a generous amount on his hand, then threw the bottle aside. He lowered his hand, circling Spike's hardness. He slowly stroked Spike until the blonde laid his head back, eyes closed, complete look of rapture on his face. He lifted his body and settled again, easing Spike's long shaft deep inside of him. Angel closed his eyes, not having sex this way in longer than he could remember. Spike groaned, enjoying the tightness of his Sire. He enjoyed this particular sexual act, taking Willow this way more times than the redhead would *ever* admit to enjoying. Angel grasped his childe's shoulders, slowing moving up and down, meeting Spike thrust for thrust. The leisurely movements of their coupling soon escalated into a frenzy, as both vampires were pumping as hard as they could, knowing the other could take it. It was a luxury they couldn't afford with their human lovers, scared that the intensity of the violent coupling would rip them apart. Spike put his hands on Angel's forearms, opening yellow hooded eyes to gaze in equally yellow orbs. He turned, pushing Angel down on the seat. He kneeled there, between his Sire's legs, and pounded into him. A low growl started deep in his chest, enjoying the small amount of control he had over the older vampire. Angel reached up and bent his hands back, pressing his palms against the side of the car. The muscles in his arms tensed as he remained motionless, allowing his childe something hard to slam into. Spike knew he couldn't hold out much longer. He hadn't been with his Sire in more years than he could even remember, and it was almost too much. He forced his eyes open, watching the emotions filter over Angel's face. In the back of his mind, he was surprised the wanker had more than three facial expressions. However, he didn't care as he was too consumed with buggering his Sire. With a grin, he reached down, wrapping his hand around his Sire's aching cock. Angel's eyes snapped shut and he growled in pleasure, trying to thrust into Spike's hand without losing the cock in his ass. Spike gripped him tightly, remembering his Sire liked it rough. He started jerking him off, wanting him to explode. Angel was holding back, trying to make this fuck as long as he could, knowing that Spike needed it. However, he lost all control when Spike fell against his Sire, sinking his fangs in the older man's neck. With a roar, Angel's fangs sank into Spike's own neck, causing the younger vampire to shudder and explode. Blood rushed into his mouth and his own orgasm happened, splashing on both men's shirts. The two lay against each other, arms wrapped around each other for longer than the two would ever admit. Eventually, Spike raised his head, sleepy blue eyes meeting glazed over brown ones. "I have to bloody get home," Spike said quietly. Angel smiled, running his fingers against Spike's cheekbones. "Don't wait so long to come see me. . .us. . .again." Spike's mouth curled into a grin. "We won't." "And don't ever steal my car again." Spike's laughter rang through the garage. "Wouldn't want to waste the time stealing your chariot, Peaches." "Yea, yea," Angel grumbled. The two separated, pulling their pants on. Spike chuckled, looking down at his cum covered black shirt. "Wonder how hard it is to get your cum out of my shirt?" Angel chuckled. "Probably as hard as it will be to get it out of my *silk* shirt." "No, Peaches, I'm sure it will come out of cotton much easier." He laughed. "Stole a car, shagged my Sire, ruined a silk shirt. . .all and all, I think I had a bloody good week." "Revenge is sweet," Angel smiled, a touch of Angelus to his eyes. "Just watch out for the payback, boy." He licked his lips. Spike's grin grew. "I look forward to it, Angelus." END ~*~*~Email the Author!