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Draco Malfoy & the House of Seraphim	By : KaliDiah Category: Harry Potter Crossovers > General - Misc Views: 20461 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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WARNING!!!

The following chapter contains graphic depictions of sex between two males, as well as self-gratification. If these things upset you, you are welcome to skip this chapter, and wait for the next one to be posted. I promise, it won't be long before the next one is up.

The only important things that occur during this chapter is that Spike has some inferiority problems, and Angel makes him work to claim his Mate. Also, Spike takes the Oath of the Order, receives the Mark of Angelus, as well as the Heir Mark, and is drained of his blood and given some of Angel's, so that he will become a member of the Order. This will be the only time the Oath is said in the story (it's long, and would become tedious). However, it will most definitely be included in the Book of Angelus, once I get my website up and running. I will be posting the link here when it's ready.

With that said, if you don't mind it, read on.

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Two hours later found the two vampires racing up the stairs and into Angel's room, which would now be Spike's as well. Spike nearly slammed the door shut and locked it. "I can't believe they had a fuckin' reception for us!" he laughed.

"Remind me to kill Fred for that one." But Angel wasn't upset. In fact, he felt just the opposite. He was overjoyed that his friends supported him and Spike so much that they wanted to celebrate their union in the most proper way possible ... with good food, music, laughter, and no small amount of alcohol.

"I dunno, Peaches. I rather enjoyed it. Can't remember the last time we danced." He smirked as he wrapped his arms around his Mate's waist.

"Mmmm, yeah, that was nice." Angel smiled as he bent to kiss the blonde. It was soft and sweet, as neither were in any kind of hurry. They were Mated now, so had all the time in the world. As he broke the kiss, he began to knead the younger vampire's shoulders, causing him to sigh. "Bed?" Angel murmured.

Spike just nodded emphatically and smiled. They were both still in only their cotton pants, so it was a matter of seconds before they were completely stripped. They crawled under the covers and snuggled up to each other, each craving as much contact as possible. They lay that way for a long time, just gazing at each other, neither really sure how to proceed.

Angel could tell that Spike was beyond nervous, and he knew why. This was completely new territory for him. From what Angel had heard about Spike's relationship with Buffy, it was usually hard and needy. And even if Spike had loved her, it was not returned. And as for Angelus, he had to stamp down whatever tenderness he had wanted to display for the boy. Darla never accepted his affection for his Childer, and she would get rather violent. So, he learned quickly to deny his urges, except for a few very rare occasions.

But Darla wasn't here, and even if she was, he had a feeling that the new version he met during meditation would give them her blessings. He smiled. "I'm not going to hurt you, Will," he whispered.

"I-I know."

"Do you?" Spike didn't answer. It was clear he didn't know. Mixed with the love and desire in those crystalline eyes was apprehension. Angel knew he had to do something to prove that this would be different. That he was as much Spike's as Spike was his. He took the blonde's hand and gently placed it over the black "S" on his chest. "Yours," he said firmly. He waited for a few moments, but Spike didn't react. "Yours," he repeated, a bit louder. "Say it, Will."

"M-mine."

"Not convinced."

"Mine," Spike said, with more confidence.

Angel kissed him again. "Yours. All. Yours." He hoped Spike caught the accentuated "all." He wanted Spike to take the initiative. Spike needed to claim his Mate for himself in order for him to realize and accept that Angel belonged to him and him alone. Angel offering himself wouldn't help him at all.

"All mine?" Spike asked.

Angel huffed and half sat up. "Yes, Will. Every. Tiny. Bit. And if you don't do something about it, and damn soon, I'm going to be pissed."

Spike's eyes widened slightly. But the shock only lasted a moment before he flung his arm's around Angel's neck and dragged him back down for a kiss. "Mine," he growled into his Mate's mouth.

"Now you're getting it," Angel murmured with a chuckle.

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Spike was reeling. His. Angel was his, and only his. He had wanted this for ... well, forever pretty much. He had been longing for a true relationship since he could remember. Someone that he could truly love and would truly love him back. And in his heart of hearts, he had always wished it would be Angel, whatever the incarnation.

Yes, even before they had started working together, he had loved the souled vampire. He had loved Angelus, without a doubt, but only the soul could give him the compassion and tenderness that Spike wanted.

There had been a few times that Angelus had been soft and sweet; he was especially so the first few days after Drusilla had brought him home to her Sire. Darla had once again gone off without even bothering to say where, and Drusilla, worried for Grandmother, went looking for her. So Spike and Angelus were left alone. Angelus Re-Sired the young man, and then had actually made love to him. But, when the girls returned, they were both so angry that those gentle sessions became very few and very far between. He had lived for those times. Of course, he never could have admitted to that. That would have been very un-Spike-ish.

Hell, admitting his feelings for the Slayer had been detrimental enough. But then, it was easier. She was a mortal after all, and not his Sire. She was never the one he truly wanted. In fact, in some section of his brain he realized that the only true reason he cared for Buffy was because she had once been Angel's. He had figured that having someone that once belonged to his Sire was as close as he was going to get to having the man himself.

But, Angel didn't want her anymore. He wanted Spike. That is, if Angel's nails digging into Spike's back were anything to go by. They had been simply kissing for quite a while, the contact getting deeper and more frenzied as the minutes passed. Spike was content to just continue this for a few more days, but he could feel Angel's longing. He wasn't exactly sure what the older vampire was longing for, but, he had made an extra effort to accentuate the fact that he was Spike's. Maybe ... could it be possible?

"Angel," he murmured. He got no response, as the other man busied himself with sucking Spike's tongue. Spike was finally able to pull away, eliciting a whimper from Angel. Spike struggled not to laugh, as the thought of a whimpering Angel was just too funny. Instead, he drifted soft kisses along Angel's jaw to his ear, the lobe of which he nipped softly. Angel let out a soft growl of appreciation. "Mine," he whispered.

Angel nodded. "Yes."

Spike left another trail of kisses from Angel's ear, down his neck and chest, to his sigil. He kissed and licked it, causing Angel to gasp. Apparently, that spot was quite sensitive, and he took advantage of it. He licked the design again, and gently blew on it.

"Eep!" Angel squeaked.

That did it. Spike rolled onto his back and just couldn't stop laughing.

"What's so funny?!" Angel demanded, somewhat dejected.

"You ... you eeped!"

"I did not!"

"You most definitely did so! You eeped, Angel! I heard it clear as day!"

"And so what if I did?!" It was clear Angel was getting upset. He had one thing on his mind and Spike was not cooperating.

"I'm sorry, it was just funny! I mean, the former Scourge of Europe eeping is just ..."

Angel huffed, rolling violently away from his Mate.

Oh, way to go, dipshit, Spike chided himself, his laughter quieting instantly. Not even Mated a full day, and he had already screwed things up. And before they had even consummated the bond. "Angel?" No answer. Spike fought the urge to panic. What if he had completely destroyed everything? He rolled toward the larger man, pressing his chest against his Mate's back. "Peaches?" he murmured into the other's ear. There was still no response. Angel lay perfectly still, his eyes closed. "I'm sorry," Spike offered. "I shouldn't have laughed, but, it was just so cute." He gently kissed the ear he was speaking into. "I just wasn't expecting it." He placed more kisses on Angel's neck as he softly rubbed his side. "Angel? C'mon, pet, talk to me? At least look at me. Please?"

The feeling of Angel's skin was amazing. One wouldn't expect someone like him to have such soft skin. And he smelled of sandalwood. He left kisses on the shoulder as he let his hand travel everywhere it could possibly reach. Angel still wasn't responding, and Spike was beginning to worry. How the hell could Angel possibly ignore this? Spike grinned suddenly. He knew there was one thing that Angel would never be able to ignore.

With a swift motion, he wrapped his hand around his Mate's half-hard shaft and gently squeezed. That brought Angel to life. He gasped as his eyes flew open. As Spike began to move his hand, Angel began to writhe. He then started to purr loudly as Spike pressed his own erection into Angel's back. In return, Angel pushed himself back slightly, pressing them even closer together.

"Like that, do you?" Spike asked. When he got no definitive answer, he nonchalantly said, "Oh, okay then," and released his hold and began to roll away. He knew that if Angel was truly interested, he wouldn't let Spike get away.

And he was right. With lightning speed, Angel turned toward Spike, grabbed him, and pulled the smaller man on top of him. Spike was somewhat surprised that he hadn't been maneuvered to straddle Angel. Instead, he was moved in between his Mate's legs. And as Angel drew him down for some more lovely kissing, he hooked his legs around Spike's, causing even more shock.

It was then very clear what Angel wanted. And far be it from Spike to deny his Mate anything he wanted.

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Angel hadn't been upset. Not really. He had been growing frustrated that Spike wasn't moving things forward, but not so much that he was angry. However, he knew he had to do something. He had to put Spike in a position that he would take charge. Spike laughing at his "eep" -- which he knew he did, but would never admit to in public -- provided the perfect opportunity. In mock annoyance he rolled away. Spike would then have no choice but to take control.

And it worked rather well. He had a hard time ignoring the kisses and the roaming hand, but he managed. Even so, it wasn't enough. Spike had to break that threshold and take what was rightfully his. His self-esteem could sometimes be debilitating, and if he didn't get over it in regards to Angel, this relationship was going to go nowhere. And that was why Angel couldn't just offer himself, though he really wanted to. If Spike was to truly be his equal, he would have to get over the protocols that had been ingrained into him by Angelus.

So, Angel decided to pay no attention to those soft kisses and that gentle hand. That is, until Spike grabbed him and started pumping. That was infinitely more difficult to ignore, but it still wasn't enough. Spike pressing himself into Angel's back was nearly the breaking point. But then, Angel had been stupid and neglected to answer his Mate's question. When Spike then moved away, Angel decided to hell with his plan. He wanted Spike in whatever way he was willing. In one last ditch effort, he hauled Spike on top of him, right between his legs, and wrapped himself around his Mate. He hoped Spike got the message.

But, it seemed Spike didn't. Not exactly, anyway. Spike again began kissing down Angel's chest, once more stopping at the tattoo. It was extremely sensitive, and every time Spike touched it, it sent electric jolts through him. And now both hands were traveling, as if they were searching for something, and taking the longest, most indirect route possible.

Angel was grateful when Spike began trailing yet more kisses down his chest, then stomach, completely bypassing his nipples. Those never were a sensitive spot for him, and he had never had the heart to tell any of his lovers so, so they ended up wasting valuable time doing nothing. But, Spike wasn't doing nothing. He was swirling that tongue of his in lazy circles around Angel's navel. While not the most responsive of areas, it did feel nice. It lulled him into a relaxed state, but he was brought out of it by a sharp bite, right on his left hip. He squawked and looked down at the blonde vampire.

"I always said your hips were oh-so nibbleable," Spike drawled with a smirk, before going back to the spot to begin marking his Mate in earnest. For a good ten minutes he nipped and sucked the area, effectively bruising the pale skin.

Angel would have preferred him to suck on something else, but this was Spike's moment. It was his turn to do whatever he wanted, and Angel was just happy that he was doing something. He was even happier when Spike's mouth once again began to travel, inching closer and closer to Angel's erection. Come on, come on, come on ... he chanted over and over in his mind. That is, until Spike ran his tongue along the underside, from base to tip. At that instant, all coherent thought decided to pack up and take a holiday to Who-Cared-Where.

Angel had had a goodly amount of lovers in his time. Not a multitude, or a plethora, or even an overabundance. But, he had had enough to know what to do and what he liked in return. And he knew he liked this. He liked the feel of mouth and tongue working him over. And Spike had been the only one to have ever done this for him. Darla would never do it, as she thought it was beneath her -- which Angel found hilarious, as she had been a prostitute before she was turned. He had always feared Drusilla would bite him. Buffy was too ... innocent for such a thing. At least when she was with him she was. As for the other nameless lovers he had taken both before and after he was turned, they never did it either.

Only Spike. And Angelus hadn't even had to order him to do it. He went about it all of his own volition, and seemed to have really enjoyed it. In fact, he seemed to be enjoying it right now. Though his vision was blurred by pleasure, Angel watched as Spike's silvery-blonde head bobbed up and down, taking in every centimeter he could. And for the scant half-inch he couldn't take, he wrapped his fingers around and stroked in time.

The room suddenly started spinning and Angel found himself panting hard. Whispered words of encouragement escaped him, which only spurned Spike on. Soon, language was replaced by moans, each one louder than the last. Angel felt he was on the brink of heaven. Then, Spike relaxed his throat, sunk down farther than he ever had, and swallowed. The gates of said heaven swung open and Angel found himself being forcibly pushed through. With a loud cry, he came.

Any attempt to think, even so much as to register his surroundings, failed completely. All Angel could do was sense. Not with his eyes or ears or even nose. He could only sense with his demon-soul. He could feel Spike's love and desire, and it flooded him. Angel was quickly becoming delirious. He began muttering words that only an eighteen-month-old could understand, as he brought his hands to his head in an attempt to stop the room from spinning. Much to his consternation, it wasn't working.

"You okay, love?" Spike's amused voice floated from ... somewhere.

"Room ... spin ..."

"Is it now?"

Angel could only manage a grunt. He couldn't even nod. Doing so would turn the Universe upside-down on him, he was sure of it.

Spike chuckled, but said no more. Instead, he began leaving yet another mark, this time on Angel's right inner thigh. Angel sighed happily, the room finally starting to settle. Gentle fingers traced intricate designs on Angel's skin, tickling and relaxing him further at the same time. He remembered when those fingers had been timid and hesitant, unsure of what to do. But they knew now. They knew exactly where and how to touch the older vampire to make his body sing. And singing it was, resonating with a melody he had never heard before, but was so familiar.

He vaguely felt himself being gently moved. Spike was moving his legs up and out slightly. Angel began pondering why, but the answer was provided for him. A soft wetness brushed across his entrance, causing him to jump.

"Now, Peaches, y' keep doin' that, and I won't be able to do this right 'n' proper. So, stay still."

Angel fought to obey, though his body was being rather obstinate. Another feather-light stroke, and he shuddered. This was entirely new territory for him, yet he couldn't bring himself to be nervous. The feeling of Spike's insistent tongue was sending tidal waves of pleasure crashing through him. As Spike pushed deeper, twisting his tongue as he did, Angel skipped the words of encouragement and went straight to the moaning. Finally, after what felt like forever, Angel felt his Mate's lips on his skin, telling him that Spike had forced his tongue as far inside him as he could.

Spike again twisted and wriggled his tongue, causing Angel to get louder. Suddenly, Spike hit a spot inside Angel that he didn't even know existed. If he had, he would have let Spike do this do him a century ago, Darla be damned. He was in the middle of a long, low moan when Spike found it, and the moan turned into a growl. Apparently, his Mate appreciated that, because he brushed over that place several more times, causing Angel's growls to become louder and progressively more animalistic.

But even so, that must not have been enough for Spike, because as he continued to work his tongue inside his Mate, he wrapped a hand around Angel's newly-hard shaft and again began pumping. Angel had to struggle to keep himself from thrashing about. The room wasn't spinning this time, it had ceased to exist completely. There was only him, Spike, and the incredible sensations tearing through him. Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer, and with a loud rumble he erupted.

He took a few deep breaths, looking forward to this next break. He needed to recollect his sensibilities. But, it seemed Spike had other plans. He swiftly ran a couple fingers through cream now gracing Angel's stomach and brought them down to where his tongue had just been. Two fingers slipped in, again making Angel jump.

Spike's fingers drove deep, once again searching out that special place. They found it quickly and Angel began purring. How he had lived without this he had no idea, but he was determined to make sure he never would again. Spike was leaning over him now, watching him intently. It was clear that he was pleased he could illicit such reactions from the older vampire. He then added a third finger, and Angel growled again. He wanted more, and showed it by pushing himself downwards, onto Spike's fingers.

"Want more, love?" Spike murmured.

Angel new better than to not answer. He nodded frantically.

"Need to hear it, Angel."

"I want ... I want more."

"You want me?"

"Always have, always will."

That must have been the correct response. Spike kissed him briefly before slowly removing his fingers. Angel whimpered and began writhing, his body instinctively searching for the touch that had made it sing. Spike positioned himself at Angel's entrance and paused. Worry laced his words as he asked Angel if he was sure about this.

"Yes!" Angel shouted. He moved his hips, hoping that he could impale himself, but it didn't work. So, he reached around, firmly grabbed Spike's rear with both hands, and forced him forward. Now that worked. Angel couldn't lie and say it didn't hurt, because it did. But then, Angel was no stranger to pain, especially that of the pleasurable variety. And this pain was exquisitely pleasurable.

Spike stilled himself for a moment, apparently considerate enough to allow Angel to adjust to him. But Angel was having nothing of it. He again began to move his hips, wanting nothing more than to feel his Mate moving inside him. Spike took the hint and slowly started to thrust in and out. If Angel had thought he was in heaven before, he had become one with the Universe now. He wondered if this was what Drusilla meant when she said the stars were singing to her.

He had never felt so whole in his life, and as Spike gradually picked up his pace, the feeling of completeness grew. And he knew it was because of Spike that he felt this way. It had nothing to do with the actions, but the love and devotion behind those actions, on both their parts. That was what this had always been about.

Of course, it was also about the pleasure. The blinding pleasure that threatened to drive him insane, and he was quite content to let it. He drew Spike down for a kiss, causing his head to swim once again. As Spike broke away, Angel whispered, "Will, please. I need you."

Spikes eyes flashed gold. Without pretense, he drove hard into his Mate. Human moans and groans were pushed aside, making way for demonic purring and growls. Angel was pleased to find that the sounds were not entirely his own. He was quickly nearing his breaking point, and knew exactly what he wanted to push him over the edge. He let his demon half rise to the surface and gazed intently at Spike, hoping he could read the longing in his eyes.

He could. Spike growled and cried, "MINE!" Then he struck, sinking his fangs deep into Angel's neck. As he began to draw on the wound, Angel roared as he came for the third time in two hours. Spike followed close behind.

Suddenly, Spike began to shake. His arms then gave out and he collapsed onto Angel's chest, not bothering to pull out. He hooked his arms underneath his Mate, Angel content to wrap his arms around the blonde's shoulders. Spike laved the puncture wounds he caused with his tongue, effectively setting them to closing. He then sighed.

The silence was quite comfortable, and Angel basked in it. He would even dare to go as far as to say they were both glowing. But even so, he knew he should say something. So, he uttered the first words that formed into a coherent sentence.

"You make me perfect."

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Draco Malfoy was about to hunt down whoever had built that house and curse them into oblivion for making the walls so bloody paper-thin. He could hear every gasp, every moan, and, oh yes, let's not forget the insane growling. He lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling.

"Why?" he whimpered. "Why me? Why did I have to get stuck with two horny, gorgeous, sexy-as-hell vampires, and oh gods someone just kill me." He rolled over, trying to regain his composure.

Of course, it wasn't working. Not in any way, shape, or form. He could tell that it was Angel who was moaning, and his mind insisted on coming up with every variable possible as to why the dark-haired man was making those (beautifuldeliciousohgodsit'smakingmehard) sounds. It was slowly driving the teen crazy.

He tried to block it out. He wrapped a pillow around his head, but he could still hear. Because he wanted to hear. He wanted to hear every. Last. Gasp. He wanted those sounds emblazoned in his brain, to use for future fantasies. Mmmm, fantasies. No! Not going there! he thought to himself.

But, some sadistic voice in his head retorted, Oh, yes. Yes you are. The moans became louder, and it was as if the pillow around his ears didn't exist. So, he tossed it aside and returned to his back. His erection was actually starting to hurt. He sighed heavily. "What the hell?" he asked no one. "Not like I haven't done it before." He was trying to rationalize the insanity that seemed to be creeping over him. "I just never had an accompanying soundtrack before."

He finally faced the fact that trying to fight it was never going to work. So, he decided to just roll with it. He quickly shucked his pajamas and threw them across the room. His hands were on his skin immediately, gliding everywhere. His neck, down his chest and hips. He parted his legs and caressed his inner thighs, finally sweeping his hands over his hardness.

Yes yes yes yes, he thought. Touch soft warm.

When Angel cried out, he knew what it meant, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. With delicate fingers, he traced patterns on his shaft, shivering. Blaise had once said that he was a terrible tease, and it was true. Though Blaise had been his first and only man, he somehow knew exactly how and where to touch to send jolts of pleasure through someone without overwhelming them too much. He had always been a very ... tactile ... person. Even the lightest touch could make him react, though not always sexually. But, if he was already in the mood (which he was, no question), even a light touch on the back of his hand could send him shaking.

So, he teased himself now, knowing that it wouldn't be long before the sounds of vampire sex would be heard again. His hands danced everywhere, and he allowed himself to pretend it was Spike who was touching him. Light fingertips, tickling in spots. Broad sweeps of palms, the slight friction warming his skin.

"Now, Peaches, y' keep doin' that, and I won't be able to do this right 'n' proper. So, stay still," he heard Spike say.

Do what? Draco thought. "What are you doing to him, Will?" Draco whispered to the darkness.

Angel started up again, his moans growing louder.

"That's it," Draco whispered, finally reaching down to firmly grip his cock with his right hand. "Don't hold back." He started pumping slowly, his whole body rocking to and fro. His left hand once again slid down his chest and hip, once again swept along his inner thigh until he reached his heavy sac. With a soft groan, he began to massage his balls, delighting in the touch.

Angel's moans became even louder, and Draco picked up his pace. Then, the moans erupted into growls. "Oh, yes!" Draco hissed. He had to admit, it turned him on something awful ... or wonderful, as the case may be. As the growling grew more frantic, Draco whispered, "What the fuck are you doing to him?" He planted his feet on the bed and, using the leverage, thrust his hips clear off the bed. He continued to do this, bucking up into his hands. "Will you ever do that to me?" he panted. "I want you to, Will. Whatever it is, I want you to make me sound like that."

He heard a loud rumble, and was quite sure that Angel came. But Draco wasn't done yet, not by a long shot. He was rewarded for his persistence by a loud purring. "Quite the stayer, aren't you, Angel?" he gasped quietly with a chuckle. "Are you going to cum for us again?"

He heard another growl, followed by Spike asking, "Want more, love?"

"Yes!" Draco hissed softly. "Give him more! I want to hear him!"

"Need to hear it, Angel."

"I want ... I want more."

"You want me?"

"Always have, always will."

Draco groaned lightly. He realized that they had yet to actually go all the way. And now, they were going to. He found himself anticipating it, wanting to hear them.

"Do it, Will," he said. "Fuck him." He rolled onto his front, lifting his hips slightly. He still stroked himself, though he had slowed a bit to prolong it. He then, sucked two fingers of his free hand into his mouth. He then brought them around behind him, waiting.

He heard Spike ask if Angel was sure about it, and Angel shouted in the affirmative. A loud groan told him that Spike carried through, and was a clear signal that he should, too. He quickly yet gently pushed his fingers inside himself, driving as deep as he could. "Oh, fuck!" he gasped. It felt wonderful, though he wished it was one of the two vampires. But it would do, as he heard Angel whisper that he needed Spike.

Sound exploded from the other room, hiding Draco's own moans as he added a third finger. He imagined what position they must be in, Spike driving hard into his new Mate. He stroked his cock faster, his fingers behind him keeping the same pace. "Cum for me," he demanded. "Come on! Do it!"

He heard Spike exclaim, "MINE!" Then twin roars rocked the house, loud enough to drown out Draco's own cry of release. He panted hard, bringing his knees up beneath him. He removed both his hands and let the fall lifelessly beside him. He knew it would be a while before he moved, but that was perfectly fine with him. He'd need to take off the top sheet anyway, as it was now splattered with his seed.

His breath finally evened out, and he began to move. As he did, he heard Angel murmur, "You make me perfect."

Draco smiled tiredly. "Indeed."

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Spike's heart nearly fluttered to beating. He had expected an "I love you", perhaps even a "thank you". But he never thought the first thing he would hear after the first time he claimed Angel would be a line from a song Angel had once yelled at him to turn down.

"You make me perfect."

Spike had thought Angel already was perfect. Especially now, with his demon and human halves so completely balanced and blended. But, no, Angel said he was perfect because of Spike. And since Angel was, well, Angel, he would know these things. He couldn't stop grinning like a fool, even as tears slipped from his eyes.

Angel must have felt one drop onto his skin, because he asked, "Will, are you alright?" his voice heavy with worry.

"Never better, Peaches."

"Are you sure?"

Spike looked up at him, still smiling. "Absolutely. It's jus' ... I never made anyone perfect before."

Angel leaned up and kissed him gently. "I never felt perfect before. I'm rather enjoying it." He smiled brightly.

"So am I, Peaches." He lay his head back down on his Mates chest, and began tracing over the tattoo -- his mark -- on that broad chest.

"Will, I really need to ask you ... why do you call me 'Peaches'?"

Spike laughed. Once settled, he softly answered, " 'Cause that's what you taste like."

"I do?!"

Spike nodded. "Yep. Every time I kiss you, doesn't matter what either of us coulda ate, I always taste peaches."

"That's funny. I always thought your kisses tasted like cinnamon."

Spike's head shot up. "You're kidding!"

Angel smiled again. "What, you didn't think I would notice?"

"I ... I honestly didn't think you ..." Spike cast his gaze down, now unable to look at his Mate. He knew he should have more faith in Angel's feelings for him, but sometimes his lack of self-esteem was overpowering.

"I do care," Angel said softly. He brought Spike back round to meet his eyes with a finger under his chin. "I always cared. Or did you forget that first weekend we had together? Remember? Dru had brought you home, a minion with promise." He smirked. "Darla had once again gone MIA, and Dru insisted on going out, looking for her. So, I re-Sired you, and when you woke ..."

Spike nodded. "I remember. I was so scared, I had no clue what was going on. But you ... you took care of me. And you were so gentle, and you told me ..."

"From the moment you walked in the door, I loved you. Somehow, I knew you, recognized you. And I loved you. God, Will, I screwed up." He rolled them over so that they were both on their sides, facing each other. "I could have taken you away. Before you got attached to Dru, before they even came back that week! We could have just left, you and I."

"No, we couldn't have. You were often an ass, but one thing I admired about you was that you took the laws and traditions seriously. I could see that not many did anymore. Even less do now." Spike shook his head. "You could never forsake your Sire or abandon your Childe like that."

"But, I did, Will."

"Yeah, when you got whammied by those blasted gypsies! And even then, you tried to come back, 'Gelus. You tried to come home. But because of the stupid whore, we lost you again!" He propped himself up on his elbow. "If we had been in that house when Darla tested you with that baby, Dru and I woulda gone through that window with you and helped you find a good family for the kid."

"Where were you?" Angel's tone was strained and full of regret.

Spike shook his head. "She knew, Angel. She knew you were coming back, so she sent us out on one of her little missions. She knew that if we were there ..."

Angel nodded and traced a finger down Spike's cheek and the younger vampire leaned into the touch. "I do regret how things happened, Will. But I know they happened for a reason ..."

"Yeah, stupid Powers or what the hell ever."

Angel shook his head. "Not them. They've tried to mess us up. The curse, practically everything Darla did, you dying in Sunnydale ... all that was meant to keep us apart. But, they didn't win. Because, our true benefactor, that real Higher Power, has seen to it that things were made right again."

Spike chuckled as he settled down next to his lover again. "Wouldn't Lindsey be right pissed if he found out making me corporeal again was nothing short of working for the good guys?"

Angel chuckled as well. "Whatever his reasons, I'm glad he did. I've missed holding you. Even though our ... soft moments ... were few and far between, I cherished every second of them."

Spike moved closer. "I did, too. And now, we can have as many of those as we want."

Angel smiled. "We have a lot of time to make up for."

"Not to mention, I seem to be missing something on my wrist." He help up his left wrist to illustrate with a mock pout.

"Well, so you are. We will have to remedy that immediately." He sat up and reached over to the bedside table, where his ink and stylus were already waiting. "Now, please don't be insulted, but I need you to ..."

"Take the Oath, I know."

"Not mad?"

Spike smiled. "I like that you stick to the rules, remember? Besides, I don't want to have memorized it for nothing."

"You memorized it?!"

"Well, yeah. Makes sense, don't it? I mean, if I'm going to be having others recite it, I better know it inside and out."

Angel then kissed him hard.

"And that was for ...?" Spike asked, amused.

"You have no idea what it means to me that you're so ... into this."

"And why wouldn't I be? I looked over the whole Book, and I have to say, even if it's not complete, what you have is solid. More solid than anything I've seen in other Orders and Clans."

"Yeah, well, a lot of that was Draco."

"Even more reason for me to be so supportive. So, let me say this Oath so you can ink me up. Faster we do that, the sooner you get to shag me senseless."

"Oooooh," Angel cooed with a wide grin. "Liking that."

"Knew you would."

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Angel was somewhat surprised when Spike got on his knees, resting back on his heels, closed his eyes, and took a deep breath. He kept still for a few moments, apparently centering himself. Apparently, Spike was even more serious about this than Angel could've ever imagined. After a minute or two, Spike opened his eyes, locked gazes with Angel, and spoke.

"I, William Malfoy, called William the Bloody, called Spike, Childe and Mate of Angelus, Master of the Order of Aurelius and Sovereign of the Order of Angelus, hereby swear my everlasting loyalty to the Order of Angelus and all its members. I am of their Blood, and they are of mine. We share our lives, our goals, and our achievements. I shall obey those the Order sees fit to name my superiors, and treat my inferiors with all the respect and care they earn for themselves.

"I will not deprive nor attempt to deprive any member of Order of Angelus of his magickal power. To do so would be to act against the strength of our Order. I will not slay nor attempt to slay any member of the Order except in self-defense, or when a member has been ruled outlaw by the Sovereign. If a member has been ruled an outlaw, I shall bend all efforts to bring them to justice.

"I will abide by all decisions of the Sovereign, and respectfully honor the wishes of my superiors. I have the right to appeal a decision to a higher tribunal, if they should agree to hear my case.

"I will not endanger the Order of Angelus through my actions. Nor will I interfere with the affairs of mundanes in any way that brings ruin upon my Order. I will not, when dealing with devils, or others, in any way bring danger to the Order, nor will I disturb the faeries in any way that should cause them to take vengeance on the Order.

"I will train only Childer who will swear to this code, and should any of them turn against the Order, I shall be the first to strike them down and bring them to justice. No Childe of mine shall be called Childe of the Blood of Angelus until he first swears to uphold the Laws. I shall treat my Childer with the care and respect that they earn.

"I concede to my Elders the right to take any of my Childer should it be found that they are valuable to an Elder's work. All are members of the Order and valuable first to these precepts. I shall abide by the right of my superiors to make such decisions.

"I shall further the knowledge of the Order of Angelus and share with its members all that I find in my search for wisdom and power. No secrets are to be kept regarding the arts of magick, nor shall I keep secret the doings of others which might bring harm to the Order.

"I recognize that the enemies of the Order of Angelus are my enemies, that the friends of the Order of Angelus are my friends, and that the allies of the Order of Angelus are my allies. Let us work as one and grow hale and strong.

"I demand that, should I break this oath, I be cast out of the Order of Angelus. If I am cast out, I ask my brothers and sisters to find and slay me that my life may not continue in degradation and infamy.

"I hereby swear this oath on this day. Woe to they who try to tempt me to break this oath, and woe to me should I succumb to such temptation."

All throughout, his voice had remained even and sincere, his gaze never wavering. And when he finished, he inclined his head slightly.

Angel was speechless. In fact, his vocal chords weren't the only things that were frozen. He couldn't move. He briefly wondered if those words would be as powerful spoken by others as they had been by Spike. When Angel had written them, they seemed like just ... words. But as they flowed through their bedroom, they took on a mystic resonance; one that still lingered in the stillness. He now knew that, although blood would bind them to the Order, those words alone would bind them to the Light. A small rush of pride swept through him. Apparently, Draco was not the only one who was a magickally creative genius.

Spike was looking at him again, a look of puzzlement on his face. "You should have heard yourself," Angel breathed.

Spike smirked. "I did, Peaches."

"Not the way I did," Angel whispered, shaking his head.

"Why, Angel, I do believe you're enchanted."

"Yeah, well, you're you."

"I'm enchanting?"

"And mesmerizing, and hypnotizing, and charming, and all sorts of wonderful things. But most of all ..." he purred, leaning toward the younger vampire.

"Yes?" Spike prompted.

"You're mine." Angel then kissed Spike, reveling in the cinnamon he tasted. Hot and spicy, just like his Mate.

When they finally broke apart, Spike smiled. "So, you gonna use that ink, or what?"

Angel smiled and took up the stylus, filling it. "Do you want something to numb you up?"

Spike shook his head. "No, I want to feel it. Just to make sure it's real, you know?"

Angel smiled and nodded. He then set to work on the design. "I, Angelus, Master of the Order of Aurelius and Sovereign of the Order of Angelus, do hereby claim you as Childe of the Blood of Angelus. Let all who see the Winged Ankh know that you belong to Angelus." He then carefully added the small infinity symbol above the ankh. "The blood of Angelus is eternal, infinite, never-ending. Those of my blood who bear the Mark of Infinity are Heir in truth to the Order of Angelus and all its power. They alone possess the strength and ability to reign over the Order. You, Childe of the Blood, bear that strength, and so I hereby declare you Heir in truth to the Order of Angelus." Spike gasped in shock. Apparently, he wasn't expecting to be named Heir. Angel simply smiled, then bit his lip, pressing a soft yet bloody kiss to his Mate's wrist. As had his own, Spike's new tattoo glowed red briefly. He then directed Spike onto his back. Again, he began kissing him.

"Angel," Spike murmured.

"What, you didn't think I was going to just drain you, did you?" he asked rhetorically, his voice sprinkled with his old accent. "Oh, no, no, no, love. I've been without you for far too long." He kissed Spike deeply, his hand gliding down Spike's chest and stomach.

"Angelus," Spike whispered.

"Mmmm, I love it when you call me that."

"Really? It doesn't remind you of ... how you used to be?"

Angel shook his head. "Not anymore. It's part of who I am, true. But I can safely say that I will never be able to revert to that monster, even if I tried."

Spike just smiled. "Angelus."

Angel groaned as he attacked his Mate's mouth once more.

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Spike was happy. Deliriously so. He could already feel the magick of the ink sweeping through him, but even that was nothing compared to everything Angel was doing. Speaking in that deep quiet voice, an Irish lilt slipping out every so often. That large, incredibly soft hand brushing over him, touching him only enough to electrify his skin. And the kisses. Those sticky-sweet peach-flavored kisses. He would give up his immortality for those kisses.

"Angelus," he whispered for a third time, this time causing Angel to wrap a leg around his own and press close. He said it again, and the kisses became harder. It was painfully obvious that calling him Angelus was a definite turn-on for him. It was as if calling him that called out the demon side of him. Spike filed that away for further reference.

He also made note of the fact that Angel getting turned on by being called Angelus was a huge turn-on for himself. He moaned as Angel moved so he now covered Spike's smaller frame, settling between the younger vampire's legs. He had known this was coming, and he wanted it, badly. He had been honored that Angel had given himself as the first act of consummation of their Mating. But now, all he wanted was have Angel inside him again.

"Angelus," he groaned into his Mate's mouth. "I've missed you. Missed this."

"An' I've missed you, my sweet William." The Irish brogue was in full-force now, and Spike knew it was truly Angelus he was speaking to. But not the cruel, murdering monster that had earned the title of the Scourge of Europe. This was the Angelus that had made a Childe out of a minion, who had made love to that Childe for two days straight. This was the Angelus that, even when continents away and caged by a soul, still loved him. "I know what yer needin'. I can feel it. And to know I kin finally give it to ye as Mate, th' way it shoulda been from th' first ..."

"Yes," Spike whispered. "Please."

There was no hesitation, no preparation. Angel knew that Spike didn't mind a little pain. Even so, he pressed in slowly, letting Spike savor every moment. And was he ever. It had been far too long since he'd had this. He had nearly forgotten just how well endowed Angel was. He fought to relax as he became reacquainted with the delicious sensation of his now-Mate pushing into him. He brought his knees up, nearly to his own shoulders, giving Angel a better vantage.

Finally, Angel couldn't go any further, and he stilled. Spike looked to see Angel's eyes drift shut, a light smile gracing those peach-flavored lips. The older vampire always had been beautiful when reveling in ecstasy. And the ecstasy he was now reveling in was Spike.

"I love you," Spike murmured before he could stop himself.

Mahogany eyes opened and gazed down at him, the smile widening. "I know," Angel said simply, before abruptly pulling out, almost completely, and thrusting in again.

Spike gasped and his eyes widened. A tingle started at the sweet spot that Angel had just unerringly hit and shot all throughout his body.

"Would ye like me t' do that again, Will?" Angel asked, his accent still permeating his words.

"Oh, God, yes please!" he half-cried.

Again, Angel pulled nearly completely out, and slammed forward again, harder than before. And again, he hit that spot deep inside his Mate. Spike cried out in ecstasy.

"More?" Angel purred.

Suddenly, Spike remembered that Angel was now his Mate, and he had a right to make certain demands and have them tended to. He grabbed Angel's head from behind and jerked him down until he was centimeters from his face. " 'Gelus, stop teasing and fuck me," he snarled. "NOW."

Angel's eyes widened in surprise, but they flashed gold with heated desire. It was clear that Angel liked it when Spike took control of things. His smile became both seductive and dangerous, as he crooned, "As you wish." Without another moment's hesitation, he began pounding into the younger vampire, his pace fast and furious.

Spike didn't bother to hold back the screams that tore from his lungs. For decades he had needed this, craved this, and now it was his. He knew that somewhere down the line, he may have to share it with other members of the Order, but it didn't bother him. Because the most special places in Angel's heart and soul were his, and his alone. As was the fire that was spreading through him, the same fire that he knew was filling his Mate, that had filled his Mate when he was the one growling and purring at being taken.

Human screams became roars from both of them. Neither cared that Draco was in the next room, or that others were even on the same street. They wanted the world to hear them, to know that they loved each other, to feel the power they shared.

"Angelus, bring me over!" he half-screamed, half-snarled.

Angel wasted no time in driving his fangs into his lover's neck, taking large mouthfuls of blood. Spike's screams were constant now as the fire consumed him. He lost all sensibility and control, and he exploded, coating them both with his release. Angel then roared into Spike's neck as he came as well. The world's rotation seemed to pick up speed as Spike's blood was drained almost completely. His eyes became heavy, and he could feel unconsciousness trying to take him over.

" 'Gelus," he whispered hoarsely, his throat raw from screaming.

Angel pulled away and sliced his right wrist with a fang. He then put the wound to his Mate's mouth, urging him to drink. Though tentative and weak at first, the power of Angel's blood brought him back from the brink of unconsciousness enough to take more. As the younger vampire drank, Angel said, "I will give of my lifeblood to nurture you as Mate. I will give of my body to cherish you in love. I will give of my wisdom to prepare you as Heir. All the favors of my Order I do bequeath unto you as my Mate. I will give of my lifeblood to guard you from harm. I will give of my body in willing sacrifice to spare you pain. I will give of my wisdom that we may grow in this joining in all ways, for all of our days. This is my truth; this is my vow to you, my dear, sweet William. I will follow no path that takes me from you." Still allowing Spike to drink, he went back to the wound he had opened, and drained the rest of his blood.

As darkness took over, Spike mused that if they could taste their own kisses, as well as each other's, they would most likely taste like some sort of peach cobbler. Oh, if only he had the strength to laugh.

When Spike's gentle suckling finally stilled, Angel laved the wounds closed, gently pulled out, and curled up next to his Mate. He would remain there until Spike again opened his eyes and needed his blood once more. With a thoroughly satisfied smile and sigh, he drifted off to sleep, his rumbling purr reverberating about the room.

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Draco lay exhausted. If he had thought the first round was enjoyable, Spike's turn had been overwhelming. He had never heard anyone scream like that before. He was still breathing heavy, his latest release already drying on his stomach and chest. He smiled brightly, knowing that someday he'd be in that room -- in that bed -- with them. Yes, and then he'd be the one screaming. With a satisfied smile, sure that Angel and Spike were done for the night, he let himself drift off to sleep.

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Well, there ya go! What you've all been waiting for!!! This was my first attempt at anything graphic, so I hope it's okay. I fought violently against getting corny/cheesy/Harlequinnish. Hope it worked.

TO MY REVIEWERS

Sora: As I said, that's how *I* feel about love. I don't think it's realistic to think we only have so much love to give, and that's it. And I slaved over that ritual. I didn't want it to be too fluffy, but, I wanted some kind of ceremony. I have a whole new understanding of what it takes to remain defluffed.

frkwerewolf: The whole vampire history thing just sorta ... appeared. I swear, this thing is writing itself! And every week I come up with some new twist, so this is going to get reeeeeeeeaaaaaaaly eeeenterestink.

Aimee: I'm workin' on it, okay! YEESH! I'd like to see you try to write the foursome of the century! Um, whoops! Is that giving too much away? ;)

Warconq: Oh, you can certainly use the ritual, I would be so thrilled! And the site is just about ready to go up. Hopefully, by the end of this week.

Dassani: YAY!!! I get to use a Dassaniism in my story!! WOOT! Um, ah, ahem. Anyhoo ... You will see Dru later ... sorta. All I have to say is, I hope you paid attention to what she said, because that will be the key to spotting her. :)

And with that, I go POOF!
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