Pet Part Seventeen

[thebratqueen]

PART SEVENTEEN

Spike was waiting by the elevator when Angel got back.

"You said ten minutes," Spike reminded him.

"Meant ten minutes too," Angel said. He angled directly for the kitchen, needing a drink. "Life got in the way."

Spike followed. "Something up?"

Angel got blood directly out of the fridge. "Something's up. Something we're going to need to talk about. When this is over - how is he, by the way?"

Spike leaned against the countertop. "Hard and about ready to give away Queen and Country if you promise to bugger him proper, how d'you think?"

Angel nodded. "Good. Okay. When this is over I want us to have a meeting. All three of us. I've got these ideas in my head and I need you to do that thing you do."

"Care to narrow that down, Da?" Spike asked.

Angel finished off the blood, pitching the container into the trash. "That thing where you tell me if I'm being an idiot or if I've got my head up my ass." Anticipating Spike's reply he added, "Not *now*, boy. Later. When we talk."

"Ruin all my fun," Spike complained.

"Deal with it," Angel told him. He stretched his shoulders out, trying to get rid of the tension. "Give me your A game in the morning, all right?"

Spike watched him carefully. "You doing all right, Da?"

Angel dropped just enough of the masks to let Spike see the stress he was carrying. "I could be doing better. But let's not get into it now. Tomorrow. Morning. We'll do breakfast and a meeting and I'll tell you two what I'm thinking and then you can both tell me if I'm being an idiot. It'll be fun."

"Regular barrel of monkeys," Spike said, then gave him a look. "You sure you don't want to get into it? Because you look a fair amount of shit if you don't mind my saying."

"I feel like that so at least there's synergy," Angel said. He shook his head. "No. Thanks. Right now I'm on my own time. I don't want to deal, I don't want to talk, I want to do nothing that doesn't involve dealing with Wes right now. You want in on that by the way?"

Now Spike was giving him a look to kill. "No, Da, I'd rather go downstairs and watch telly. Why do you even ask me these things?"

"Because I love annoying you about as much as you love annoying me," Angel answered, giving him a grin. "Fair's fair."

Spike replied by flipping him off.

Angel gave him about two seconds of joy on that before grabbing Spike by the front of his shirt and hauling him over. "What was that, *Willy*?"

"Fuck you, ponce," Spike replied, not even missing a beat.

Angel pushed him up against the counter. "You wish."

"Can't keep your hands off me, can you?" Spike threw back, grinning like a cat with yellow feathers in his teeth.

"Spend a lot of time noticing how often my hands are on you?" Angel asked. "That a common fantasy of yours?"

"Get bent."

"Two hundred years too late on that one, boyo."

Spike gave him a quick shove with his hips. "So *do* something about it then."

"Plan on it," Angel promised. He let Spike go. "But later. Wes first. And if you play your cards right you're going to get a *really* nice view."

"Bet I will," Spike said, fixing his clothes. More seriously he said, "Da, go easy on him. He was only trying to - "

Angel waved it off. "I know what he was trying, Spike. And I know what he needs. Don't worry about it. I'm not going to hurt him. Not in the bad way, anyway."

"Long as we're clear on that," Spike said.

"Get you with the crush."

"Fuck off."

Angel made a tsking sound. "Language. Kiss your father with that mouth?"

Spike gave him one of his better pouts. "If he asks me nice."

"I don't ask," Angel reminded him. He pushed Spike back against the wall and plundered that rebellious mouth with his own. "I take."

"Could do it more often," Spike replied. He gave Angel's lower lip a nip of invitation.

Angel kissed him again, biting Spike's tongue with a hint of fangs. "Later, boy. Promise. Now lend me a hand with the baby."

"You got it, Da," Spike said, and followed him into the bedroom.

***

As requested, Wes was stripped down and chained to the bed. Angel took that in from the corner of his eye then proceeded to pay no attention to it. Instead he walked right past him, going to the closet and taking off his own clothes - coat, shirt, dress socks and shoes - and came back out again wearing only his pants and belt.

Wes was watching him.

"Enjoying the view?" Angel asked.

Wes gave a hint of a smile. "Yes, Angel."

Angel motioned as though to undo the front of his pants. "You want to see more?"

Definite smile now. "Always, Angel."

"Well that's honest, I'll give you credit for that," Angel said. Then he promptly ignored Wes again as he went to the bar and poured himself a drink.

The moments ticked on. He could hear Wes's heart beat. Little faster, little hint of fear. The right kind, though. Uncertainty. Not terror. Terror would mean he'd fucked this up and sent Wes into some serious therapy issues. And not that Angel didn't have confidence that he couldn't break *those* with enough free time and the right tools, but this wasn't the time nor the place. He had a specific issue to deal with and he knew just how to handle it.

He went back to the bed.

"Look at him," Angel said to Spike, gesturing to Wes like he was a prize on display. "All tied up, eager to please. Think he's ready for me?"

Spike knew this game. He squatted down, studying Wes with a critical eye. "Looks like. Cock could be a bit harder though."

"Could it?" Angel asked. He put the drink down and climbed onto the bed. He lifted Wes by the hips like a show dog, studying him as well. "Huh. I dunno. Looks pretty hard to me."

Wes was flushed by this point. Tension shaped his muscles. Angel knew which kind it was, though. The one where he was thinking himself through the uncomfortable stuff. Telling himself that he could get through it and then have the fun on the other side.

*That* had to go.

Angel moved Wes's hips into place. "Think he wants me, Spike? Think he wants to get fucked?"

"Think that's *one* thought on his mind right now, yeah," Spike agreed. He pillowed his head on the mattress, watching the both of them.

"You want that, Wes?" Angel asked. He leaned in, pressing some of his weight down on Wes's back. "You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes, Angel," Wes said, quietly. It was his obedient voice. The one that was second nature to him now.

Angel wanted one with more emotion. He nudged Wes's legs apart and then thrust into him. "What was that?"

There it was. An intake of breath. "*Yes*, Angel."

"Yes, Angel what?"

"Yes, Angel, I want to be fucked by you."

Angel gave him another thrust. "Do you?"

The chains clanked as Wes tried to hold himself in place. "Yes, Angel."

Another thrust. "I don't believe you."

"Please, Angel," Wes tried. "Please let me be fucked by you."

"That's manners, Wes," Angel told him. "Not *want*. Not *need*. I don't believe you *need* me to fuck you."

"I do," Wes said. His hands were in fists now. "Please. Angel. I need to be fucked by you."

"Do ya now?" Angel asked. He ran his hand up Wes's side, making sure to trace tickling fingers over the most sensitive skin. Wes twitched and trembled, getting harder from the touch. "You want to be fucked by me?"

"Yes, Angel," Wes whispered.

Angel kept moving his fingers, making sure there was no way for Wes to get comfortable. "You *need* to be fucked by me?"

Wes was squirming. "Yes, Angel."

"I think you need more than that, though, don't you, Wes?" Angel asked. He made the touch worse until Wes was straining against the handcuffs. "I think that you want punishment."

Wes was pressed back against him now, practically a dog in heat. "Please, Angel."

"I think you want me to punish you," Angel said. He moved his hand up, making Wes gasp and moan as he touched the tender skin beneath his arms. "I think you're sitting here aching for me to punish you, for me to treat you like a very naughty boy."

"Please, Angel," Wes said, almost crying out.

Angel moved his hand down, stroking Wes's back like the pet he was. "And I bet I know the punishment you want. You want me to *hurt* you, don't you, Wes? To hit you or spank you or - " he raked sharp fingernails down Wes's spine " - mark you somehow?"

Wes was trembling all over. "Please. Angel, please."

Angel leaned in, whispering into Wes's ear. "Is that what you're thinking about, Wesley? Me tying you down and hurting you and punishing you like that? Is that why your cock's so hard?"

Wes nodded. "Yes, Angel."

Angel moved his hand underneath Wes, rubbing Wes on his stomach and thighs. "Look at you, all warm and eager. You want this so bad you're about ready to scream."

"Please," Wes said. He tried to turn around for a kiss. "Angel, you've no idea."

Angel moved his hand up and held his chin, stopping him. "Oh no, Wes. I've got *every* idea. And if you think I'm going to reward your little jerkoff attitude tonight by giving you exactly what you want then you have got another think coming."

Angel got off of him before Wes could respond. With a snap of his fingers he directed Spike. "Get the cuffs off. Make him stand."

He heard Wes's heart pounding again. He didn't need to, though. Wes's eyes told the story: confusion, worry, fear. He stood in front of Angel with his every emotion right there on his face.

Which was, of course, exactly how Angel wanted him.

"This has been fun for you, hasn't it, Wes?" Angel said. He paced a little, enjoying the movement. "My little plaything, all pampered and cared for. All you've ever had to do is say yes and be fucked by me. Couldn't be better from your perspective, huh?"

"I…" Wes struggled to figure out a good response. "I've enjoyed - "

Angel got in his face. "How quickly he forgets. The words are *Yes*, Angel."

Wes swallowed, then nodded. "I - Yes, Angel."

"You fucked that up, try it again."

Wes had a hard time making eye contact but he stuck the dismount with the words. "Yes, Angel."

"Better," Angel said. "Now do it again."

"Yes, Angel," Wes repeated. Angel was pleased to note Wes's erection hadn't wavered in the slightest.

"Good boy," Angel told him. "Now then, I think somebody in this room has forgotten what he is. I think somebody has had such an easy, fun time of it that he thinks this is about what *he* wants and likes. But it's not about that, is it, Wes?"

"No, Angel," Wes replied.

"Spike," Angel said, "tell Wes what this is about."

Spike leaned in as though telling Wes a secret. "It's about *Da's* wants, pet. Not yours. Never yours. Not like that."

"You disobeyed tonight," Angel said. "And maybe you thought that since it wasn't a direct order you could sneak around it, but I think you and I both know it's not about the letter of the law. Tell me the truth. You knew what you did tonight would not make me happy."

Wes hesitated. "I - Please, Angel. You asked for the truth and in truth I *didn't* know if - "

Angel covered Wes's mouth with his hand, bending his head back enough to expose his throat. "Don't try to jerk me off. Not like that. You knew you were breaking the rules tonight, didn't you?"

Licks of fear went through Wes's heart again. He nodded, then swallowed once Angel let him go. "Yes, Angel."

"You broke the rules," Angel mused, "but did not know if you doing that would make me unhappy. Why exactly is that, Wes? Why would I be happy to know that my toy, my property, my *pet* is going around and disobeying me?"

Wes was finding the floor very fascinating. "I - I didn't know if - "

"You know what I think?" Angel said, interrupting him as though he didn't care. "I think you're not standing right. I think boys like you need to stand obediently. Spike, show him how to do that."

Spike stood behind Wes, drawing Wesley's wrists back until they crossed behind him. "Just like that, pet. Like somebody tied you."

"You're going to stand like that all the time now, Wesley," Angel told him. "Any time we're alone in a room together that's going to be your default. You don't do anything else unless I tell you to. Is that understood?"

Wes nodded. "Yes, Angel."

"You broke the rules," Angel said. "You broke the rules and you thought I might not care. You know what the problem is with that, Wes? You *thought*. You don't do that. Not unless I tell you to. You are *mine*, Wesley. You *gave* yourself to me. I own you, body and soul. You never *think* about being mine you *are* mine. Do you understand that?"

If anything, Wes's cock was harder. "Yes, Angel."

"No you don't," Angel said. "You're saying it but you're not feeling it. So now you get the punishment. I let you off easy, Wes. I spoiled you and indulged you and gave you everything you could want. Now you're going to learn that it's not about that. It's about what *I* want. And what I want is an obedient little boy who doesn't try to challenge me. You think it's easy being mine because I tell you to do things that you like doing. Things you would *ask* me to tell you, if I gave you the chance. Not anymore, Wes."

Wes was giving him a heated look. "Angel - "

"Quiet," Angel told him. "I never said you could talk. And now you can't. I want you to understand, Wes, my punishments are very easy. You abuse a privilege and I take it away. You went somewhere that put you in danger, now you can't go anywhere without clearing it with me. You talk without my permission and now I want you to be fucking *mute* unless I ask you to say something. Is that understood?"

Wes didn't look away. "Yes, Angel."

Angel got close to him again. "You think I don't know you, Wes? You wanted all this to happen. You wanted me to punish you. But you didn't *trust* me. I told you I had it all planned, that I was going to mark you and hurt you all in good time. Obviously you didn't believe me. Now you're going to have to wait. Because tonight you're going to do things you *don't* like. Or - " Angel leveled Wes with his best feral look, one that even *he* would admit was almost pure Angelus " - all those things you don't *want* to admit that you like."

To his credit, Wes stayed silent even as his breath grew ragged.

"I know you," Angel continued, practically purring it into Wes's ear. "I know what you really crave. When I spoiled you I didn't make you do it much because I knew that it scared you. But now you want to be punished and, frankly, I *really* get off on boys who are scared. Of course," Angel added, his lips tickling Wes's neck, "so do you. Spike, put a blindfold on him."

Spike produced a rectangle of red silk from the nightstand. He wrapped it around Wes's eyes and tied it tight. "There you are, Da. Blind as a bat."

"We're going to relearn trust, Wesley," Angel said. He got his drink again and sat down in a chair, taking in the view of Wes rock-hard and blindfolded like it was a fine wine. "You didn't trust me so now I'm going to force you to. In fact, force is going to be a word you'll be dealing with a lot this evening. So, tell me, how do you feel right now?"

Wes worked his jaw a few times before replying. "Sorry? Regretting that I -"

"Not the *pat* answer," Angel told him. "The *real* one. C'mon, Wes. You're the good student. Teacher's got you in front of the class and he's asking you a question. Don't tell me you want to fuck it up?"

Wes's fingers flexed. Angel knew the movement. He was trying to distract himself from the moment. "No. I - No, Angel. I don't want to displease you."

Angel motioned for Spike to sit down as well, figuring this might take a while. "How nice and rehearsed that answer was. Wes, try to remember that you're dealing with two vampires. We can wait centuries if we have to. Now you're standing here in front of us completely vulnerable and, in case you've forgotten, completely erect too. You're also failing the oral exam miserably, which is unusual for you. Try again. Tell me what you feel."

"Cold?" Wesley offered. "Cold and… and rather keenly aware that I'm naked."

"Not bad for a start," Angel said. He sipped his drink. "Keep going."

"Hard," Wes said. "Wanting. I *want* you. The both of you. I don't like that you're not touching me."

"You want us to touch you?" Angel asked.

"Yes," Wes said, eagerly latching on to the suggestion. "Please. Anywhere that you like. I'd love for you to touch me."

"Tell me specifically where," Angel said. He sipped his drink again, drawing the moment out. Just when Wes started to speak again he added, "That is, where you want *Spike* to touch you."

Direct hit. He saw Wes blush. "I…"

"Centuries if we have to, Wes."

"Anywhere," Wes said, much quieter than before. "Anywhere that he would like. Anywhere that *you* would like, Angel."

"I think I already told you to not give me the rehearsed answers," Angel said. "Give me specifics or I'm putting this view of you on every security monitor in the building."

Wes's heart was pounding. Angel wondered which turned Wes on more: being forced to talk about how attracted he was to Spike or the threat of what would happen if he didn't. "I… his hands. I'd like his hands on me. All over."

"Why?" Angel asked.

Wes hesitated. "He's strong. In a different way than you are. Your strength is like - is like being held by a mountain. His is like being held by a python."

Spike was sitting forward, hanging on every word. Angel caught his eye and gave him a silent toast, mouthing *Told you you'd have fun.*

Aloud, Angel said, "Go on."

"His mouth," Wesley said. "I want his mouth on me. Sucking me off. It feels wonderful when he does that. Like pure velvet."

"Wouldn't mind," Spike murmured, soft enough that only another vampire could hear.

Angel motioned him to silence anyway, mouthing *Wait.*

Casually, Angel asked, "Do you like this, Wes?"

"What, Angel?"

"Being on display like this," Angel said. "Vulnerable. Bearing your soul. Having no choice in the matter. Do you like this?"

Wes's hands were in fists again. "Yes, Angel."

"Get on your knees," Angel told him.

Wes dropped down at once.

"I assume I don't have to tell you that you keep your hands behind your back when you're kneeling too, yes?" Angel asked.

"No, Angel," Wesley said.

"Tell me, Wes," Angel asked. "Which do you prefer? Standing or kneeling?"

Wes didn't even have to think about it. "Kneeling, Angel."

"Why?"

Wes tried to look at him in spite of the blindfold. "I belong on my knees with you, Angel."

Angel stood up. He crossed over to Wes's side and threaded his fingers through Wes's hair. "My pet. Are you starting to understand it now? This is who you are, Wesley. Everything you are belongs to me. Your body, your soul, your will. Do you get that?"

Wes was taking in deep lungfuls of breath. He was trembling. "Yes, Angel."

"You love this, don't you Wesley?" Angel asked.

"Yes, Angel."

"You want this all the time, don't you?" Angel asked. "Be on your knees all the time without any interruption."

"God," Wes whispered. "Please, Angel."

"Be a good boy," Angel promised, "and I'll give you that. Prove to me that you want to be mine and I'll own you so completely you won't even remember what it used to be like."

"Please," Wesley said, the word as heartfelt as anything he'd ever spoken. "*Please*, Angel."

Angel squatted down beside him. "You're still being punished, Wes. You're not nearly done yet. Do you know what else you did tonight?"

"No, Angel," Wes said, and as turned on as Wes was Angel could believe the amnesia.

"You got Spike in trouble," Angel said. "That wasn't very nice of you. Spike's there to protect you and you nearly made him get punished. That was very wrong of you, Wes. Apologize."

"I'm sorry, Angel," Wes said.

"Apologize to *Spike*," Angel corrected.

"I'm sorry, Spike," Wes said. "I'm very sorry that I did that. I never meant to make Angel angry with you."

"I don't think that's enough," Angel said, speaking before Spike could accept the apology. "I think you need to do more. Don't you, Wes?"

"I think I need to do whatever you tell me," Wesley replied.

"Good boy," Angel told him. He rewarded Wes with a brush of his hand against Wes's neck. "Head of the class time again, Wes. Pop quiz. Why did I never let Spike put his dick in you?"

Wes thought about it. "Because you wanted to fuck me first."

"Not incorrect," Angel conceded. "But not the whole answer. Spike? Why is that?"

"Pecking order, pet," Spike explained. "You being Da's favorite meant you were on top of me. Angel fucks us both, you fuck me if you like, I'm not allowed to bugger either of you. Just like you're never going to be allowed to bugger him no matter how much you might want to."

"Gold star for Spike," Angel said. "Did you get that, Wes? All about who's on top of who. But you *did* get that, didn't you? Because to my surprise you never *did* fuck Spike, even though I never said you couldn't. You knew it, didn't you? You didn't want to make it unfair by acknowledging that."

"That was part of it," Wesley admitted.

"And the other part," Angel continued, "was this: You *love* being on your knees. You didn't want to be higher up in the pecking order. Well that's fine. Now you're not. Now you're the toy that *both* of us can play with. And I want you to acknowledge that with your apology. I want you to crawl over to Spike on your hands and knees, wrap those pretty lips around his dick, and suck him off like I know you've been dying to. Think you can do that, Wes?"

Wes was straining to control himself. "Yes, Angel."

Angel swatted him on the ass. "Go to it then. And make sure you give me a good view."