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A/N - thanks for the reviews :) Love to read what you're thinking. Sorry about the delay in this chapter's posting - RL got in the way. Hope the fact that it's a long one will help you to forgive me :)

Chapter Thirty-Four

Spike wandered around the hotel. He felt restless but didn�t know what to do about it. The other vampires had tried to be friendly but he just brushed them off.   He hated that they seemed to be handling what had happened to them better than he was. Spike had talked some to Giles but the former Watcher made him nervous.

When he pushed open a door and revealed a training room, Spike sighed with relief. He stripped to the waist and threw himself into a workout that soon had him dripping with sweat. Why the coating made him sweat, he�d never know. Since becoming a vampire, sweating had been a thing of the past. Surely being dipped should have blocked it and not caused it?

Spike shook his head angrily and hit the punching bag so hard that the chain that it hung on snapped, and it flew across the room. He vamped out and snarled at it, then whirled around to glare at the doorway when he heard slow hand clapping.

�Got a bit of excess energy, have you, William?� said Angel from just inside the room.

�Name�s fucking Spike.�

Spike walked over to the punching bag and picked it up. He hated that Angel had started to call him William. He wasn�t that ponce, was he? Spike sighed and his human features returned. William had never allowed Angel to shag him but Spike could smell that that was exactly what Angel intended to do to him now. His own cock twitched at the thought, and Spike hated that too � the way his body craved the attention of his grandsire.

�Come here, William,� said Angel softly.

Spike dropped the punching bag and did as he was told. He sank to his knees and began to open the zipper on Angel�s pants, knowing that Angel always demanded to be sucked off before he buggered him. Spike hoped that he�d be allowed to come today. Angel hadn�t let him since they�d arrived at the hotel five days ago.

Angel put his hand over Spike�s. �Not here, William. Got some new games to play today.�

He led Spike by the hand to the top floor of the hotel. Spike hadn�t been up there and as far as he knew, no one else came up this far either. Angel paused at the door to a room at the very end of the corridor and pulled out a black cloth from one of the pockets of his leather jacket. He smirked and held it out for Spike to see.

�What�s that for?� asked Spike suspiciously, taking a backwards step before Angel gripped his arm hard enough to make him hiss with pain and freeze.

�Do you trust me, William?� said Angel with a gleam in his eye that made Spike think that he was anything but trustworthy. Despite this, he found himself nodding mutely.

�Good boy.�

Angel wrapped the cloth over Spike�s eyes and tied it firmly at the back of his head. Spike�s misgivings increased as the door was opened.

�Angel, I�m not sure I��

�Shut up,� snapped Angel at his back. Angel grabbed both of Spike�s arms just above the elbows and squeezed. �Get inside.�

Spike�s knees were almost buckling at the pain inflicted on his sensitized skin and he stumbled forwards. Angel�s hold on him was unrelenting.

�Angel, please.�

In response, Angel simply pushed him. Spike staggered forwards for several steps before he fell on his face as his knees hit a bed and he overbalanced.   His arms were free and he quickly brought his hands up to pull the blindfold off, but Angel was faster.

�Not allowed,� Angel growled in Spike�s ear as he crushed Spike to the mattress.

Spike thrashed and bucked his body wildly, vamping out in his attempts to get Angel off. He managed to turn over, but within seconds, his wrists were cuffed together. Spike kicked out with his legs and his left foot connected with a satisfying expulsion of air from Angel. A slap across the side of his head stunned Spike and before he could register what was happening, his wrists were hauled up above his head and locked into place.

The click of the restraints galvanised Spike, he kicked and writhed for all that he was worth. All that he achieved was the chafing of the skin around the cuffs and a growing sense of panic and fear.

Spike let his body go limp and tried to assess where Angel was. His grandsire had trained himself not to take the unnecessary breaths that his own body still demanded and so Spike had no clue as to where he might be. Certainly, since his hands had been secured above his head, Spike�s kicks had never found their mark.

�Please, don�t tie me up. Let me go. I�ll do anything. I�ll be good.�

Spike was horrified at his weak, pleading tone but he was now almost paralysed with fear. Flashbacks of the suffering he�d endured at the hands of McDonald tore through his mind. He heard ragged breathing and it took him a moment to realise that it was his own. He tried to stop it but couldn�t. Spike moved his head from side to side trying desperately to assess where Angel was standing. He knew that his grandsire was still nearby as the pungent smell of Angel�s arousal was present.

�Angel, please,� sobbed Spike, as he lost the fight against his tears. �I can�t take being t-tied up again.�

Spike yelled out as Angel�s hand was suddenly pressed against his crotch. His cry was muffled as his grandsire�s other hand clamped over his mouth.

�Oh, I think that you will take it, quite nicely, William,� said Angel.

The mocking tone of his voice made a cold pit of fear grow in Spike�s stomach.

Spike tried to shake his head to free his mouth from Angel�s hand, but Angel increased the pressure until Spike froze.

�That�s better, William. Now just calm down and trust me,� said Angel. �If you shout when I take my hand away I�ll gag you, understand?�

Spike nodded his head.

Angel slowly removed his hand from Spike�s mouth, watching the blond vampire carefully as he did. He smiled to himself when he saw Spike begin to tremble. His child was so much easier to scare now. Much more satisfying.

Spike forced himself to count to ten in his head before speaking.

�Why are you doing this?� he whispered.

Spike flinched as Angel growled angrily at him and then said, �I told you not to make a sound!�

Spike began to pant as he heard Angel walk away. �You said not to shout. I didn�t shout.� He turned on his side and drew his legs up to his chest. �I-I�m sorry. I�ll be quiet.�

Spike wasn�t surprised when Angel jabbed his fingers into his cheeks and forced his mouth open. Spike retched as a large piece of rubber was shoved in his mouth, going deep enough to provoke the gag reflex. Spike winced as the straps on it were pulled cruelly tight. It was thick enough to hold his mouth wide open. He swallowed uncomfortably, and retched again, drool escaping from the corner of his mouth.

�Just relax,� soothed Angel, stroking the blond vampire�s head. �It�s no bigger than I am and you take me beautifully.�

Spike shuddered violently as Angel began stroking his hands over his body. His grandsire�s large hands ripped the clothes from his body. Spike hated that his cock responded to Angel�s touch as he pulled his jeans off. He didn�t want this � he didn�t.

Angel laughed softly as Spike�s cock twitched. �Oh, yeah, you�re made for this. Even before the program, it�s what you craved.� Angel stroked Spike�s face. �You just didn�t know it.� Angel laugh increased in volume as Spike angrily snatched his head away from him. The movement caused another bout of gagging and retching. �Take it easy, William. Don�t want your throat too sore to be any use to me later.�

Why is he doing this? Why is he so dominant and I'm so weak?

Spike felt totally betrayed by his grandsire. He wished that he�d trusted his instincts that time in Buffy�s house, when he�d wanted to be with Oz. The little werewolf would have looked out for him. Not used him like this. A shudder ran through him as he realised what he�d just thought. To be looked out for � is that all he could expect from now on? Was he incapable of looking after himself anymore?

Stake me. Just sodding stake me and end this all now!

�Don�t worry, my pretty William,� said Angel, eerily reminding Spike of the way that Drusilla had spoken to him. �I won�t let anything happen to you. You�ll be safe here with me. I just need to be sure that you�ll obey me all the time. You have been getting quite moody.�

Oh, Christ.

Spike curled up tighter and turned his head away from Angel�s gaze, not wanting his tears to be spotted as they soaked the blindfold. His grandsire was intent on finishing what The Initiative�s program had started. He was going to break him completely. A sobbing gasp made Spike retch violently. A large part of him wanted it, that feeling of being safe, of not having to think for himself, of being wanted. The part that hated the thought of it and railed against it seemed very small indeed.

*~*~*~*

Giles noticed Angel walk down the stairs and into the foyer of the old hotel. The expression on the vampire�s face stopped him from calling out as he had intended. Giles shuddered and ducked back into the office. He had just sat down behind the desk when Angel walked in.

�Hi, Giles. What gives?� asked Angel cheerfully.

He pulled up a chair and flopped into it. He leant back and put his feet up on the desk. He grinned as Giles scowled at them. Giles opened his mouth to tell him to take them off the desk but decided not to.

�Um�how is Spike adjusting?� asked Giles. He glanced towards the door expecting to see the blond vampire appear. So far the smaller vampire had never seemed to be far from his grandsire.

Angel glanced at Giles, warily. He knew from old that the ex Watcher rarely missed anything. He hoped the procedures that he�d put in place would fool Giles.

�Not very well,� Angel replied honestly.

�That�s hardly surprising from what he�d told me that he�s been through.�

Angel sat up straight and jerked his feet off the desk. �Spike�s been talking to you?� Why hadn�t he known this? Angel suppressed a growl as he realised that Spike had preferred to confide in a human rather than him. More reason to whupp him into shape.

�Yes,� said Giles. �He hasn�t told me the details, just the emotions that he felt at the time. I fear for him. He seems to be totally confused as to who he is now. I think that perhaps it was the trauma of losing his fangs that has affected him so much mentally. Even now that they are back � the scars that it left are still there.�

�Hmm,� mused Angel. �It could be. But he always was weak.� I wonder if I should de-fang him? If having it done once has left such a mark � having them ripped out again should finish him completely.

�Angel?� said Giles sharply.

�What?� Angel shook his head and focussed his attention on Giles and away from the mouth-watering images of having Spike begging him to let him keep his fangs. He shifted in his seat as he hardened and could barely resist the urge to grab the Watcher and bend him over the desk. Where the hell did that come from? Angel wiped his brow with the back of his hand. Since when have I wanted to fuck Giles?

Giles pushed his chair back away from the desk. �Are you all right, Angel? You look a little stressed.� Or is that blood thirsty?

�Sorry, Giles. I guess I�m just a bit worried about Spike. He attacked me earlier.�

�What?� Giles stood up. �Where is he now? What happened? Did you provoke the attack?�

Typical Giles. Why ask one question when you can ask a bunch of them? Angel sighed and relaxed back in his chair.

�No, I didn�t provoke him in to trying to bite me,� said Angel quietly as if reflecting in the non-existent occurrence. �He�s been acting a little off since yesterday.�

Giles nodded. The blond vampire had seemed even more disturbed than usual the last time that he�d seen him.

�Anyways, when I tried to ask him about it � he just went berserk � I barely held him off. I think the fact that his chip no longer works has finally sunk in. He said that once he�d killed me that he was going to kill everyone here before getting out of the country.�

Giles paled. �Good grief. We can�t have that. He�s too dangerous. We must stake him this instant.�

Angel shook his head emphatically. �Let me try to bring him round. I�m his grandsire and although the bond isn�t quite as strong as it would be if I were his sire, the demon should respond to me. It�s not his fault, Giles,� said Angel as he stood up. �He�s worth another chance. If only for research purposes. The Initiative may be getting more ambitious in what they do � Spike may be typical of what we can now expect to come out of there from now on.�

Angel sounded so reasonable that Giles forgot his earlier misgivings. �That�s true. Though if that is the case, I�m afraid that most of our rescues will be hopeless causes.� Giles sighed. �So where is he now?�

�I have him chained on the top floor. I thought that the quiet up there would help him to calm down. I�ve gotten him restrained by an ankle on a long chain. Just to make sure that he can�t roam about at will anymore.�

�That�s a good idea,� replied Giles, thankful that he could sleep that night secure in the knowledge that the chip-less vampire was restrained. He tried not to glance at Angel as he thanked the stars that the big vampire�s chip still worked. He�d never really felt that an un-chipped vampire could refrain from giving in to its demonic urges; soul or no soul. �If you need any help, just let me know.�

�Thanks, Giles, but I think that it�s best if you just leave me to take care of him for now.�

�Whatever you think best,� replied Giles.

*~*~*~*

Angel didn�t return to Spike until he was sure that the Hyperion�s other occupants were asleep. He crept quietly up to the top floor and into the room holding Spike. He smiled nastily as the blond started as he stepped in the door. The smile changed to a snarl as he saw that Spike had managed to remove the blindfold.

�I didn�t say that you could take that off,� snapped Angel, striding swiftly to the bed.

Spike�s eye�s widened in fear and he wriggled backwards on the bed. He fell off and hung there, suspended by his arms, his knees on the floor.

�Hmm�now that position gives me an idea,� said Angel. �But first, I need to sort out that problem with the blindfold.�

Spike twisted as far as he could in his efforts to watch what Angel was doing. Drool ran down his chin as he panted rapidly. He could just see Angel pull out a drawer and he rummaged around before selecting the items that he wanted. Spike began to shake his head and tried to get back on the bed. He tugged at the chains. The hours that he�d tried to get free hadn�t even loosened his restraints let alone broken them. But he had to try.

�Aw, c�mon, William. Don�t be like that. What do you expect me to do when I can�t even rely on you to behave when I�m not here?�

He tossed the items on the bed and grabbed Spike by the back of his neck. Angel threw him on the bed, not caring that Spike�s arms were twisted painfully against his chains. He sat astride Spike�s back and laughed as Spike bucked beneath him. He vamped out as he leant forwards and sank his teeth into Spike�s neck.

Spike froze. Angel�s fangs weren�t in line with Spike�s jugular but with his spinal column. One snap from his grandsire�s teeth and Spike would be paralysed for months.

�Ah, that�s more like it,� said Angel after he�d withdrawn his fangs.

He licked at the marks and groaned softly as his cock sprang into life.   Angel bent low to whisper in Spike�s ear. �If you so much as think about moving apart from how I tell you to, I�ll snap your spine and then you�ll be helpless. I�m sure that The Initiative would love to have you back to run tests on.�

Spike began to shake uncontrollably, and mumbled unintelligibly around the gag.

�So, will you do as you�re told?�

Spike nodded. There was nothing that he could do.

Angel unfastened Spike�s wrists from the wall but kept them cuffed together.

�Get up.�

Angel�s words were hardly necessary as he hauled Spike to his feet. Spike grunted as his hands were wrenched up and locked onto a hook in the ceiling. Angel rubbed his hands over Spike�s scalp. �It�s getting a bit untidy. Need to do something about that.�

Spike watched as Angel walked away and turned on the tap at the basin. He soaked a sponge and then returned holding it, a can of shaving foam and a cut throat razor. Spike closed his eyes as Angel roughly wet his stubbly hair and squirted the foam over it. He tried to keep from trembling as the blade scraped against his scalp.

In no time at all Angel had finished. He wiped the sponge over Spike�s scalp and stood back to admire his handiwork. Spike couldn�t meet his eye. Angel grinned and walked to the basin, picked up the towel and carefully dried Spike�s scalp.

�There. That�s better.�

Angel grabbed Spike�s chin and pulled his down-turned face up to meet his own.

�Look at me,� ordered Angel.

Spike�s vivid blue eyes met Angel�s brown and held his stare. Angel laughed. �Don�t look at me like that. You know that you like it. You like being beat down. And you like being beat down by me.�

Fuck off!

�Oh, William. You know that you don�t mean it.�

Spike glanced at him sharply. How did he know that?

�I know you better than you do yourself,� Angel continued, answering Spike�s unspoken question.

Angel walked to the bed and picked up one of the things that he had gotten out of the drawer. It was a leather hood. Spike stood on his tiptoes and shook his head.

No. No. No. Please. He knew that it was useless. He knew that Angel would do as he wanted with him.

Angel put his face right in Spike�s. �I�m taking the gag out. If you so much as breathe noisily I�ll de-fang you � right here � right now.�

Spike quailed. His legs gave way and the cuffs bit deep into his wrists as he hung from them. He couldn�t face that. Not again. He managed to get his feet under him again and forced himself not to breathe at all.

Angel fumbled with the straps of the gag. It took some time and he realised that Spike must have tried to remove that too. It was his own fault for leaving his legs free. Spike had been able to shuffle up the bed to get his head within reach of his fingers. He felt Spike stiffen as he growled loudly. If he coughs, I�ll rip his fucking fangs out!

Angel pulled the gag deeper into Spike�s throat before he put his hands to the front of Spike�s face and ripped it out. Spike gurgled and dipped his head forwards but managed not to cough or gasp.

Damn, thought Angel, as he walked round to face Spike.

The blond vampire�s lips were chafed where the gag had abraded him. Angel smiled and licked the bruised flesh before mashing his lips against Spike�s, kissing him deeply.

Spike moaned softly and Angel smelt the salt of the tears running down Spike�s face. Angel smiled as he pulled back. He wiped away his grandchild�s tears.

�Don�t worry. It�ll be all right soon. You�ll feel better soon.�

Angel tossed the gag to the floor and began to pull the hood over Spike�s head. The supple leather fit like a second skin. Despite his fears regarding his fangs, Spike couldn�t help but whisper, �No.�

Angel decided not to punish him for his disobedience. Plenty of time for that later. He could understand Spike�s fear. Vampires �lived� for their senses. Much more so than a human. Sensory depravation was an extremely terrifying thing for a vampire.

The hood not only removed Spike�s sight but it covered his ears and nose, dulling those senses too.   Spike trashed his head from side to side, as Angel pulled the hood tight with the laces at the back of his head. Angel punched him in the kidneys and Spike groaned and stilled his resistance.

�Oh, Christ.� Angel�s cock throbbed uncomfortably in his pants as he saw Spike�s leather covered features. Only Spike�s full lips were visible as a slash ensured that his mouth could be serviced. �Do I need to put the gag back in?� asked Angel loudly close to Spike�s left ear.

Spike shook his head.

Angel unlocked Spike�s wrists from above his head and pushed him towards the bed. Spike hit it and fell on it face first. �Perfect,� said Angel as he pushed a hand down on Spike�s back to make him stay where he was.

Spike knew what was coming, but without being able to hear the soft sound of the zipper on Angel�s pants being pulled down, he still yelped as Angel thrust into him without any preparation. Fangs grazed his shoulder and Spike bit the inside of his lip to prevent any more sound from escaping. His throat still felt raw from the gag, and he had no desire to endure it again.

Angel thrust roughly into Spike�s tight ass, the smell of Spike�s blood turning him on even more. Within a few short minutes he filled Spike with his spendings. Each thrust had been angled carefully so that Spike received no pleasure from the sensor on his prostate.

When Angel withdrew his softened cock, he turned Spike over and smiled when he saw blood trickling from the corner of Spike�s mouth. He kissed is away.

�You stayed quiet. You�re a good boy, William.� Angel made sure that his words would be able to be heard.

Spike hated that Angel�s words made him relax a little. He�d been good. Angel was pleased with him.

Angel pulled Spike up the bed and fastened the cuffs on his captive�s wrists to the wall at the head of the bed.

Angel then pulled Spike�s legs in turn to the bottom corners of the bed and fastened them securely. He could still see the blood trickling from Spike�s abused ass and licked his lips at the thought of what fun he could have with Spike until his mind caved in completely and he became merely a shell � a totally obedient, hollowed out shell. Maybe he�d give him to Giles then? Angel liked the anguish that his actions caused. Once Spike became completely compliant, he wouldn�t be any fun anymore.

�I tried to be nice to you,� said Angel. He knew that Spike wouldn�t be able to hear him clearly but he didn�t care.   �What did you do, but take off the blindfold? Can�t have that again. There�ll be no more shuffling up the bed to undo my work.�

Spike strained to hear what Angel was saying but it was as if he was underwater. He couldn�t make out any words. He didn�t resist as Angel spread-eagled his legs and clamped them to the bed. He decided to endure whatever Angel did to him and bide his time until he could make his escape. He ignored the part of him that whispered that there would be no escape this time. A vampire was harder to outwit than a human was. Angel wouldn�t make the mistakes that McDonald and Buffy had made.

Spike hissed as his cock was grabbed and Angel began to stroke it erect. He thrust up into his grandsire�s fist. He was sure that he wouldn�t be allowed to come but tried his best to find more friction to make him come sooner than Angel anticipated. He whimpered as Angel�s hand slowed.

Spike risked Angel�s wrath by quietly saying, �Please, sire.�

Angel smiled. Spike was so needy. The Initiative had done a good job on him sexually. He already was a slave to his cravings. It wouldn�t take long to break him. Time for a bit of positive reinforcement. Angel increased the pressure and speed of his grip on Spike�s erection. Spike raised his hips off the bed and then gasped as Angel rammed a finger inside his still loose hole. When it crooked and hit the sensor Spike cried out.

Angel bent to Spike�s ear and spoke loudly. �Are you enjoying that?�

Spike nodded rapidly and bit his lip as Angel thrust a second finger inside and hit the sensor again.

�Let me hear how much you like it, William. You have my permission to be as loud as you like.�

Angel leaned back and watched his fingers moving in and out of Spike�s hole. He crooked his fingers and began a relentless stimulation of the sensor. Spike moved in concert with Angel�s fingers and thrust into his fist.

The dark vampire grinned as now that Spike had permission to speak he no longer had the ability to make intelligible sounds. He brought him to the brink several times, each time stopping just as he felt Spike�s balls draw up. By the time that he finally let Spike come, his grandchild was aware only of his need to come. The depravation of his senses narrowed his world and he almost passed out as he came harder than he had ever done before. He could feel the cool spendings splatter on his belly and went limp as Angel removed his inserted fingers and took his hand from his cock.

Spike was panting hard but didn�t hesitate when Angel rubbed his lips with his sticky fingers. Spike opened his mouth and suckled them clean; he tasted his grandsire on them, along with his own blood.

�That�s what good boy�s get, William. They get that every day. Are you going to be good?� Angel spoke clearly next to Spike�s ear.

Spike was so blissed out that he barely had the strength to whisper, �Yes, sire.�

His face was slapped hard, sending it violently to the right. A ball gag was slipped into Spike�s mouth before he could protest.

�No talking!� snarled Angel in Spike�s ear. �The only noise I want from you is when I�m inside of you, whether it�s my fingers or my cock. You�ve spoilt it all by being bad.�

Angel slapped Spike again and smirked as Spike sobbed around the gag, spittle flying. He could almost smell the blond vampire�s confusion. He�d never actually told him that he could no longer speak but by the time that he�d finished with him he would never speak unless explicitly told to.

Spike felt Angel�s weight leave the bed and strained his ears to try to pick up on anything more that his grandsire said but nothing was clear.

I didn�t mean to be bad. Please don�t leave me.

Flashbacks ripped through Spike�s mind in glorious Technicolor. Things that he�d hoped never to remember. The Initiative�s techs at their worst. McDonald at his worst. Even Lindsey at his worst too.

Don�t leave me alone! Please! I�m scared! Sire!
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