That's Master to You

[jasonsnene]

 

Title: That’s Master to You

Author: jasonsnene

Rating: NC17

Pairing: Angel/Spike

Warnings: M/M, BDSM, D/s

Summary: After Angel heals from the Ring of Amara incident, he pays Spike a visit.

 

For ladyvirgo1956, who wanted Angel to show Spike who was boss. Hope this is what you wanted sweetie!!

 

 

Angel stood inside the shadowy crypt, waiting for his childe to make an appearance. It shouldn’t be long now. The sun was almost up and Angel would have the entire day to make sure Spike understood that he wasn’t going to get away with torturing his own Sire.

 

He made sure he was in a position to grab Spike as soon as he walked in the door. Spike wouldn’t even know what hit him. Angel stilled as he heard footsteps approaching, stumbling along really. 

 

He smelled the alcohol and cigarettes before Spike made it inside. Angel realized that Spike was fall down sloppy drunk. He shook his head as Spike nearly fell through the door and didn’t even realize Angel was there.

 

It was a weakness, and Angel hated weakness. It was so tempting to just stake this loose cannon, this reminder of what he was before. But he couldn’t. He wouldn’t admit it to anyone but himself, but Spike was special.

 

If anyone from his old life held a special place inside him, it was Spike. Not that it would stop Angel from doing what needed to be done today. No, that was just incentive to make it a lesson Spike wouldn’t soon forget.

 

Spike stripped down to bare skin and stumbled down the stairs to his bed, never realizing that his Sire was there. He was sotted, drunker than he’d been in years. Angel waited until he settled before gathering up some supplies and following.

 

The first cuff snapped closed before Spike realized something was wrong. By the time he reacted, Angel had the second secure. Spike struggled but Angel’s knee on his back kept him from moving very far.

 

Angel leaned over Spike and put his lips against his childe’s ear. “Did you think I would let you get away with it, Spike?”

 

Spike immediately realized that he was in worse trouble than he thought. Angel like this was not someone to be messed with. He let out a small groan before replying. “No, Sire.”

 

“That’s right, Spike. No. You aren’t going to get away with it. I think you need a reminder as to who your Master actually is, isn’t that right, Spike.”

 

Spike grumbled a yes and Angel slapped his hand down hard across Spike’s bare ass. “What was that?” 

 

“Yes, Sire.”

 

“Yes, what Spike?”

 

“Yes, I need a reminder, Sire.”

 

“Very good, Spike. And Spike? That’s Master to you.”

 

Spike groaned again and realized that he had pushed Angel too far yet again. But this time, he wasn’t going to escape with a long-winded speech and a hundred years of brooding. This time, Angel was going to make him pay.

 

Angel flipped Spike over and Spike’s hands were now trapped behind his back. Angel sat on his chest and held Spike’s head between his hands.

 

“So, Spike, what do you think your punishment should be? What will it take to make you remember your place?”

 

Spike just stared up at Angel, not daring to speak. Angel cuffed him across the cheek and Spike’s head slammed to the side. He heard a zipper and realized Angel was freeing himself from his pants.

 

“Get it hard, Spike.”

 

Spike turned his head back and opened his mouth to Angel. Angel slid forward and pressed his cock into the waiting mouth and felt Spike’s lips close around him. 

 

“That’s right, childe. Suck it good. Use that talented mouth for what it was made for. I’ll just keep it stuffed so full of me, you wont have time to open it for anything else.”

 

Spike moaned around Angel’s cock and felt himself harden. He loved it when Angel was masterful, dominating him into submission. He hated to admit that he needed this from his Sire. His Master.

 

He increased his suction on Angel and his cheeks hollowed with the effort, defining his sharp cheekbones. Angel stroked one finger across Spike’s face, feeling the trembling mouth pull and suck on his cock.

 

It didn’t take long before he was completely hard and Angel started to thrust into Spike’s mouth, holding his head up so his cock could slide deep into Spike’s throat. Spike grimaced when Angel pounded the back of his throat but kept on sucking and licking, knowing just how his master liked it.

 

Angel quickly came and Spike swallowed the offering like he’d been taught. Angel pulled out and allowed Spike to lick him clean. “Very good, childe. Now roll, over.”

 

Angel lifted himself up and Spike spun under him and pressed his face into the bed. Angel moved off of the bed and returned moments later. “Lift your hips up for me, childe.”

 

Spike pushed himself up to his knees, leaving his head and shoulders against the mattress. He barely had time to settle before he heard the whistling and felt a cane slap across his exposed ass. 

 

“Now, Spike, there will be one strike for each hot poker that you gave to me. Do you remember how many there were? I do. I remember each one that you stabbed through me.”

 

Again, Spike remained silent as the cane landed repeated blows across his ass and upper legs. Finally he couldn’t take the pain any more and whimpered with each stroke, trying to remain still but not quite able to jerk with the force.

 

The cane clattered to the ground and Angel moved back over to Spike. “Do you remember now, childe? Do you remember who your master is?”

 

“Yes, Master.” Spike hated to reply but knew that Angel was indeed his master, had always been his master in every way. He felt Angel’s hand caressing the heated flesh on his body and then he felt Angel’s mouth at his entrance, licking him there. 

 

He pushed back onto Angel and felt his tongue push inside, wetting him, preparing him. After a moment, Angel moved away and placed his hard again erection against Spike. He teased him there, dragging the head against Spike’s opening, pressing, but not entering. 

 

“Tell me what you want, childe. Tell me what you need.”

 

Spike knew what he needed. He needed Angel inside him and wasn’t afraid to beg.

 

“Please Sire, Master. Please be inside me. Please spread me open and put yourself in me.”

 

Angel complied and slammed forward with one strong thrust. Spike nearly screamed as his body was stretched painfully but he kept begging, pleading for more. Angel stayed still for a moment, giving his body time to adjust to his invasion, before moving inside him.

 

“That’s it childe. Let me in. Let me own you. Remember who your master is. Remember whose cock you love. Remember who can give you what you need.”

 

“Yes, Master. Please. Harder. Fill me up. Make me yours again.”

 

Angel quickened his pace and grabbed Spike’s hips to hold him steady. He pushed in as hard and fast as he could, punishing Spike with pain and pleasure. He wanted to hold off, to make it last longer, but the feel of Spike’s tight body around him after so long was too much and he quickly came, filling Spike with his fluids.

 

He spun Spike over again and wrapped his long fingers around his childe’s dripping cock. “Tell me, Spike. Tell me who I am.”

 

Spike hissed as Angel’s hand tightened on him and began to stroke. “You’re my Sire, my Master. You own me. You give me what I need.”

 

“That’s right, childe. I’m your master, and don’t you ever forget it again.”

 

Angel added a rough twist to his last stroke and Spike’s release shot over his fist. He leaned down and pressed his lips to Spike’s, tasting his childe for the first time in years. Then he reached behind Spike and released the cuffs.

 

“Come to me next week. I want to be sure you remember.”

 

With his words, Angel rose from the bed and gathered his cloths. He looked back at Spike, laying stunned and sated on the bed. Spike looked up at him and gave him a soft smile. “Yes, Master.”

Angel returned the smile before heading out the door.