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Another Sire, Please!	By : Silvi Category: AtS AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 3505 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Part II

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"William" he sighed tiredly.
"Yep, that'll be me, old man. Nice to know I'm remembered." Spike flippantly said leaning back in the seat and patting down his
beloved duster for the ever elu cig cigarettes.
"You har hard to forget," Penn deadpanned, "no matter what one do, you persist to hover over ones memory like a parasite."
"Oi, no need to get all �ostile on me, you know." He said narrowing his eyes at Penn like he wanted to stare right through his skull.
Penn just smiled back at him and received in return a scowl from Spike.
Neither one spoke after that. Penn fought down a smirk watching Spike begin to fret as the silence grew longer and stronger. He knew that William never did could handle idleness very well in the long run, as he had trouble to be still or quiet for a long measure of time. A rarity among their kind as they were technically animated corpses.
With a mental shrug Penn fought down that thought as he never did like to contemplate what that really meant for them. *Young William*, Penn mused, *never could be quiet for long, or stand being ignored. Doesn't seem to have changed.*
Holding his metaphorical breath Penn counted down the second it would take for Spike to reach his limits.
Maybe this night won't be so bad after all, he thought idly. So far his nights had been nothing but a bore. He couldn't seam to drag up enough enthusiasm about anything either. The challenge in the hunt had so far been absent, though he surmised briefly looking around, this wasn't exactly were the top dollars were.
Turning his attention back at Spike, he had to bit the insides of his check to prevent from laughing out laud at the picture Spike was presenting him; he was squirming slightly, almost twitching. He made damn sure that nothing he felt was reflected on his face, that would
spoil the fun and he oh so love to rattle Spike's chain, almost as much as the young one enjoyed to do it with their Sire.
A dark shadow past briefly over Penn's face, to quick for Spike to notice it. The thought of their sire was enough to unsettle him again. Trying to shake out of the dark thoughts he suddenly had succumb under he once again fasted his attention at the young vampire sitting in-front of him. Not that the young fool had notice anything amiss, he thought dryly.
Thought of their shared sire was the last thing he wanted running around in his head. They were bound to give him a headache.
What's the matter with him? Why isn't he saying anything? And what's up with the bloody stone routine? Spike thought angrily. Irritation started to flow through his cold veins as the silence started to go beyond comfortable for him, though it didn't seem to bother Penn at all, he thought sourly.
Grabbing the shot of tequila Spike drain it in one go, his eyes locked with Penn's. Gingerly putting the glass down so to show that he wasn't the bit affected by Penn's attitude, a whole lot of bollocks that is, Spike said the first thing that came to his mind, "Soo�" Well good on you Spiky-boy that was real eloquent. The urge of smacking himself on the head was almost unbearable.
"Soo�" Penn drawled. Slowly the smirk he'd been hiding came forth as Spike scowled at him. Penn had every intention to make it difficult for the young vampire to get any voluntary information from him. He had had a wrecked month and when he finally had something to brighten his night up he wasn't going to relent his hold on it.
Suddenly Penn got wary as the mischievous look in Spike's eyes, he had a distinct recollection of that nothing good ever come out of it.
"Soo," Spike began, looking him over, "seen our sire recently?" he couldn't for the un-life of him tell why he had asked that question of all the thing he could have choose to ask, but the reaction that simple if yet complicated question got from the figure sitting in front of him was un-doubtfully distinct, and he just knew from the glint in Penn's eyes that it was most definitely the wrong one to ask.
Penn jerked as he heard the question and rage boiled in him as he returned to what happened just a few weeks ago in LA in his mind. The murderous glint in his eyes made Spike withdraw in his seat holding his hand up in the air. "Whoa, whoa, calm down there sport!"
Glaring at the bleach-blond in front of him Penn said darkly, "Do not speak of �Gelus with me."
The mood had effectively gone sour and whatever joy he had expected from his interaction with Spike was without a doubt gone.
"I gather you have met him then-"Penn sharply interrupted him, "Have you gone deaf boy? I said, do not bring him up!" the glass in which Penn was holding suddenly shattered in his powerful grip and rivulets of blood surged up. Looking down at it surprised, Penn slowly stretched his fingers out and began to take the shards of glass imbedded in his flesh. With a swipe of his hand he brushed the pieces down to the floor while gingerly licking the wounds closed; luckily the glass had been empty.
He wasn't so immerged in his task of cleaning the wound that he didn't catch Spike whispering murmurs.
"I doubt your encounter was as bad as mine, you arsehole." Slowly rising his gaze to Spike's face he manage to catch the hunger in them before Spike shut down un-ableing it for him to read him.
"Oh, you say�?" Penn quiet voice barely reaches outside the booth. "I met him in LA, you know, a couple of weeks back." At Spike surprised face he nodded. "Hmm hmm."
"Did you know he had, has his soul?" Spike disgustedly spit out.
"Obviously something was different," Penn concurred, "He never said that though, only that something happened in Romania."
"That's where it happened, not that I knew it back then. Darla gave him some gypsy girl and her clan cursed him, though that's not the
worst part if you ask me." Spike leaned forward brushing away some of the remaining broken glass down to the floor.
"Gypsy, you say? Well that's strange; he was the one always telling us to stay away from them." Penn murmured confusedly.
"Yeah well, what your sire gives you cannot reject." Spike said dryly. "It was his anniversary."
"Oh." Suddenly something that Spike had said registered in Penn and he asked, "What do you mean �not the worst part�?"
"Nuthin'." Seeking to stall Penn since he knew that Penn would never let the matter drop he hurriedly asked, "Tell me, what happened to
you?"
With a grimace Penn lean back inspecting the now closed wound in his hand. "I rather forget."
"Let say this, you tell me yours and I tell you mine." Spike smirked. Penn couldn't prevent from chuckling at the corny sentence. "For that, boyo, we'll need a lot of spirits." Penn inclined his head towards the glass Spike was still holding.
"I'll deal with that." Spike caught the bartender's eyes and lifting his glass he indicated that he wanted more at the same time with a gesture showed that he wanted a whole bottle. Soon one of the few barmaids, a tired, used woman approached them with a tray carrying two shot-glasses and a bottle. Setting it down Spike told her in his accented Spanish to keep coming with more bottles of either whiskey, vodka, any strong liquid they had. With a tired nod she turned and left.
With a flourish Spike uncapped the tequila and poured them both. Penn took hold of the one Spike was handling to him and quickly they both drain the shots. Penn closed his eyes in pleasure as the burning sensation in his throat.
Before he had time to settle the shot down Spike was once again filling it to the brink mindless of the liquid that splashed over Penn's hand.
"Hey, watch it." Penn growled annoyed.
"Whatever. Well now we got the spirits, I'm waiting." Penn had much the intention to tell him he could keep waiting for all that he cared, but looking into those open eyes of the younger vampire he changed his mind. On the one hand it could be good for him to tell as the incident was grating in him, festering like a blood-filled boil with acrid puss. On the other it wasn't much else he could do now as he intended to stay where he was for a good while longer and in a way this was a moment to catch up in the life of the youngest of the pack.
"I hadn't actually known he was in the city, since the bond has all but fade over the years. I'd been shot by a cop-lady and I was about to take her out when from up above, crashing through the sealing, he's there! I couldn't believe my eyes. It was just like the time in Lisabon." Penn started. Before he could continue Spike interrupted, "Well we both know how he likes making a big entrance."
"Yeah, well anyway, "Penn started again, he was on a roll now and it didn't take much before the whole sad, pathetic story was out. "What I don't get is, after all that, why did he just let me leave? I thought for a moment there that he was going to let her kill me, and this time I mean permanently, but no, he just left after knocking that cop-lady down. He looked at me with this strange expression on his face and without a word just left." By that time the single bottle of tequila had been joined by a whole JD that was on its good way to be empty too as the two vampires in fast succession drain their shots.
"Well you know, that just sucks!" Spike blurted out.
"Why do I get the impression that yours is a hell of a lot worse?" Penn cautiously asked.
"Because it is!" Spike stated, "No disrespect for your trials." He murmured and blurted out, "I had to betray him! Me, the bloody one who practically worshiped him for years!"
Seeing the darkening expression on Penn, Spike hurriedly continued as he knew, that say what you wanted, Penn was more of an anal attentive baster concerning the lore then Angelus himself, "Oh no it wasn't like that. Well in a way but- hey let me finish!" Spike yelled as he ducked from Penn's fist.
"I met him in Sunnydale-"
"The Hellmouth?" Penn asked lifting an eyebrow interrupting Spike. He steadily refused to acknowledge the glare Spike directed at him.
"Yeah, the fricking Hellmouth. Shall I continue? Well anyway, I'd taken Dru there to get well after an incident in Prague, and shock of all shock, who am I to see if it isn't Angelus or Angel as he now calls himself, and what's worse he was shacked up with the slayer. It was revolting to see them together." Spike scowled down at his drink and before Penn could blink he'd drain it and another. While filling up the next round Spike continued, "Seeing what that soul had made him into wasn't as bad as what happened later. Apparently the gypsies put a clause to that curse of his, basically if he got a ��happy`` Spike snarled punctuating with his fingers in the air making bunny ears, "he'll lose his soul." he put his hand out to shut Penn up before he actually manage to say something.
"Now, that wouldn't be so bad, actually it would have been prefect if it wasn't for one tinny itsy problem," at Penn's raised eyebrow inquiring him Spike practically roared the last words, "he was bloody FRICKING INSANE!"
The silence that descended over the room made them both look up and around watching the stricken faces of the patrons in the bar who
seeing them looking around hurriedly returned to their own business.
"The gypsies must have done something, because what came out after that night, that wasn't our sire." Spike whimpered as the memories assaulted him. Quietly he continued, "At first I was happy to have him back, you couldn't see that there was something wrong with him. Sure I was in a wheelchair, that's a whole different story," he added seeing Penn's expression, "anyway I was in a wheelchair and he mocked me, making fun of me, but hey that's Angelus for you, he always gets a kick of using our weaknesses against us, but you see, he never did anything to help me, make me better.
That in itself isn't enough to tip us off though, nor was it his obsession for the slayer, it was like that bitch was the only thing he could see. But it was the times when he did see us. He took Dru away from me, and before you say anything, yes I know it's his right as sire. But that wasn't it. He tortured her."
"But Spike, "Penn said setting down his glass, "she likes pain, even craves it."
"Don't you think I know that?! I spent over one hundred years with her, I think I should bloody well know what she likes and doesn't like! The problem wasn't that, the fact was, there wasn't any pleasure in it. Pure agony, I can still hear her scream in my head. He used to flog her skin off till she ultimate passed out form the pain, and you know she has a hell of a high threshold for pain. He used to fuck her with a ten inched blade and paint what he called ``pretty pictures�� with holy water on her.
And still that's nothing to what the did to me, I can only thank some higher power or whatever to the fact that I couldn't feel anything bellow my waist the first couple of weeks he was with us. I mean we could fucking scream for mercy but he would just keep on going.
For the first time I was actually envious of the minions, since they could go hide or keep out of the way, he didn't give a crap about them, they weren�t family. Though in the end, that wasn't what made me betray him."
Penn was looking shocked at him and he'd gone a few shades paler from the images Spike was conjuring, he had a hard time accepting the fact that their sire could have done that to him; he was his favoured, for crying out laud! And say what you wanted about one of the most feared vampires that ever walked the earth, he took care, more or less, of his childer. And he told Spike that.
"But don't you see, that's exactly it, he wasn't the same, he was perverted, a true monster."
"Soo�that wasn't what made you betray him?" Penn obvious incredulity did not go unnoticed.
"No, it did not. What did it was what he was going to do." Spike said utterly tonelessly.
"And that was�" Penn urged him on.
"Sending the world into hell." At Penn's shocked gasp he continued, "He found the demon Acathla."
"The Devourer?" Spike shot him a surprised look at Penn as he obviously knew who it was, considering that he had had no idea at the time until Angelus saw it fit to educate him in his own way. Spike gave Penn a sharp nod in affirmation in which Penn whispered, "Damn."
"Yeah, that's for sure."
"Well obviously it didn't work, since we're still here."
"In a way. Angelus manage to twist Dru�s mind even more, she was like the worst brainless minion, following his every move, I guess
in a way to try and protect herself from his ire, I don't know� Anyway after a lot of other crap I ended up teaming with the slayer to help her stop him� yeah, yeah, I know the slayer, but come on, I was at the end of my rope, Angelus had discovered that I wasn't paralyzed anymore and well� I still get nightmares from that.
In exchanged for helping the slayer she would let me leave with Dru. So when the showdown came, I hit him in the head with a crow-bar
buying them some time, and I high-tailed it out of there. The last time I saw them, by then it looked like he was going to win. I found
out later on that the slayers cronies manage to re-soul him, but not before he managed to open the vortex and to close it again the bitch
send him to hell. Few months later he returned and don't ask me how �cause I have no idea."
After that a death-still silence descended upon them as they both sunk into a dark mood thinking of what he had revealed.
With a forced cheer Spike stretched his lip in what was suppose to be a smile and said to Penn, "Well bollocks with this, tell me
something else."
"As for example, what?" Penn asked quietly.
"Oh come on, " Spike said nudging Penn over the table, "don't let this get you down, tell me, as for example, what you've been up to since the last time I saw you."
"The last time you saw me?" Penn asked slowly, "well that's a lot."
"I've got time." Spike deadpanned drinking in one go another shot of� he couldn't tell anymore of what.

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Time seamed to have flown, the only thing interrupting the sameness of it all were the number of glasses and bottles crowding the table.
The two heads in the corner-booth were crowded together and the only thing that could be heard from that direction were the banging as
the shot- glasses came in contact with the surface of the table. Neither of them cared for the mess they were creating or of the spilled liquor. They were too absorbed in the telling of their separate lives they've lived. Reminiscing past adventures.
Penn was in the middle of recounting a rather humiliating story involving Spike and a bag of beans, which had Spike flabbergasted and in full denial mode when a shadow fell on them.
Spike tried to focus through his blurred vision when a familiar light sing-song voice made him snap into focus.
"Miss Edith told me you boys were being naughty."
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