It was the scent of blood that drove him mad.
They would hunt, he, Darla, Dru and Spike, and afterwards, every time, Spike would be covered in blood, bathed in the deep, rich scent. They would return to wherever it was that they had found to live, a mansion, a mine, a house, a cave, wherever, and then Spike would fall on Dru and the scent of the blood of the humans would combine with their aroma as they fell on each other, the sounds of their passion filling the air. He would listen closely, hearing the sounds of their flesh striking together, Spike's hoarse words of love poured into Dru's ear, the keening as they came. All that was difficult enough. But truly, it was the scent of blood on his wayward childe that drove him to heights of fury and lust. He would bear it as long as he could, would allow Dru to lick Spike clean, allow her to pierce his flesh with her fangs. But, inevitably, it would be too much and Angelus would be pushed over the edge, forced to claim a Sire's rights to the body of his childe. And tonight, tonight was one of those nights.
"William," the name ground out through clenched teeth. "William, come here."
"Don't call me that," Spike hissed back, wrenching his mouth from Dru's breast. "Sod off, busy." With that he leaned back down, suckling on Dru's nipple, nipping slightly at the tender flesh.
A loud growl and then Angelus grabbed the back of his neck, pulling him away, and throwing him to the ground. "Now, Spike," contempt dripping out as he said the name. "Come with me."
An answering growl, then Spike rose, following after Angelus as he led him back into the dark room. Not waiting for the door to close, Angelus leaned down and captured Spike's mouth with his, pulling the blood into his own mouth, tongue moving fiercely, fangs cutting into Spike's lips. Strong arms held the struggling vampire still as they slammed into the wall. Finally, Spike pulled free and took a step backwards, stumbling slightly as he hit the bed.
"I'm not your toy," he growled out, falling backwards, sprawling across the mattress.
"Shut up," Angelus hissed back, pressing his body firmly against the frail one beneath him. He ran his hands possessively up Spike's thighs, grinding slowly against the blond, feeling the involuntary response to his caresses.
"No," Spike pushed firmly back, trying to shove Angelus away.
"I said shut up, that's it, boy, time to shut you up." The older vampire leaned back, then reached down, pulling the gag from under the bed. Spike clenched his mouth shut, but strong pressure on his jaw soon forced him to open his mouth. He knew full well that Angelus would not hesitate for one moment in breaking his jaw. Firmly gagged, Angelus dropped his head back on the bed, then began licking his ear.
"Are you going to be a good childe, let me have what is mine, or do I have to chain you down again," the sultry voice whispered in his ear.
The only response was a low whimper pulled from Spike's throat. He increased his struggles and Angelus grinned into his neck.
"Time for the chains I see," the low rumble rippled across Spike's chest and he closed his eyes as he heard the clanking of iron rings. Quickly, he was flipped over, then his limbs were spread-eagled across the bed. A feeling of gratitude fleetingly went through him as Angelus left his head pressed sideways into the pillow. He hated being pressed face first into the mattress, the unconscious fear of suffocation still present in him.
Angelus bound him tightly, blood slowly oozing from around the bands. He lapped it greedily, tasting the lust flowing in Spike's veins. He gripped Spike's shirt in his hand and ripped down, yanking it from the pale body. Cold fingers traced the spine, pressing temporary bruises into the white, white skin. He trailed just the tips of his fingers around the waistband of Spike's pants, taunting and teasing by rubbing just along the top of Spike's ass. Spike arched up helplessly, desperately needing more, knowing the whole while the more he moved the longer Angelus would taunt him.
"Now, now, none of that, did I say you could move, no, I think not." Angelus pulled back, then raked his nails down Spike's back, drinking in the sight of the red on white, hearing the whimpers Spike could not contain. He fell back down, kneeling next to Spike's side, licking the wounds clean. Suddenly, frantically, he lifted Spike, fumbling to get the pants open and pulled away, desperate to drive into his childe.
Finally, Spike was laid bare, pants gathered at his ankles, shivering in the cold. Angelus bent his head and slowly, slowly pressed his tongue down Spike's ass, hands pressing the firm cheeks far apart. He pressed his tongue forward, wetting the entrance, relishing the slow thrust of Spike's hips back into his jaw. A firm hand pressed into Spike's back and Angelus moved back, the tip of his erection pausing just outside Spike's ready body.
"Don't move," he growled out. "Don't move, don't make a single sound or I will leave you here, do you understand me. You are mine, you live at my will." He felt Spike still beneath him, could feel the trembling in his arms and legs as Spike struggled to obey. Finally, the body beneath him went perfectly still and he waited for just a moment more, feeling the power he had over the man below him.
With one strong thrust, he pounded into Spike's flesh. Over and over and over he thrust, giving Spike no respite, no rest. Somehow Spike stayed still, his body rocked back and forth by the body driving into him, rubbing his erection against the sheets. His eyes rolled back as he struggled to suppress the sounds tearing at his throat, the pain and pleasure almost too much, always too much. With a sudden shudder he came, cold semen spilling up his body. A loud growl told him that Angelus knew, could smell it on him. Fangs suddenly pierced his throat as the heavy body draped across his and he heard his Sire's cry, the spasms of the body in time with the pull on his throat.
Angelus remained draped on his childe for long moments, lapping at the wounds on Spike's neck, a rumbling purr filling the room.
"Very good, you are finally learning, you deserve a reward. I'll be back in a few hours." With that, Angelus pulled away, slipping from Spike's body. He dressed quickly, then walked out of the room, leaving Spike chained to the bed. A slow smile crossed Spike's face. Again, he had done it again, caused his Sire to lose control and come for him, prove his desire for him. The heavy weights pressed into his wrists and ankles, and he shivered, knowing that Angelus would soon return for more.