Spike was bored, hyper and horny as all hell.
Angel was asleep.
Spike had a box full of edible body paints and an instant camera.
Angel was in a drug-induced sleep because Cordelia had slipped the dark-haired vampire a mickey
in his warmed blood before she'd gone home after the fight with the Quar'ha demon.
Spike was jacked up higher than a crack user who'd just had a hit because of the same exact fight.
Of course, his Sire had also been awake for four days straight before the fight, whereas Spike had
driven down to Los Angeles for a surprise visit and met Angel, Cordelia and Doyle just as the were
preparing to leave for the final battle at the Quar'ha demon's lair. Therefore, the younger vampire
didn't blame his Sire for being asleep.
But he was still bored.
Angel's boxers came off with relative ease once Spike was able to get them past his sleeping Sire's
literally dead-ass weight. Luckily for the hyperactive vampire, Angel insisted on sleeping on the
outside of the double bed that was pushed flush against the small bedroom wall, which aided the
blond's quest to alievate his boredom even more.
Spike ran his eyes over Angel's practically hairless body and licked his lips. His Sire was laying on
his back with his arms above his head and one leg crooked slightly at the knee, his nudity making
him look like a sacrificial victim. Which, in Spike's mind, he was. A rather large, completely at the
younger vampire's mercy, very naked victim about to be sacrificed to the boredom gods.
The blond took everything off of the night-stand beside the bed except for the lamp, which he angled
so the light shined on his sleeping Sire's form. Then, he set out all the body paints on the cleared-off
surface, opening each one for easy access. He laid several body paintbrushes down beside the
paints, then ventured into the bathroom to retrieve a cup of water, which was added to the supplies
on the night-stand. Finally, Spike flipped on the portable radio he'd brought from Sunnydale a long
time ago, during the early months of his and Angel's relationship.
Relationship. Spike really liked that word. It made what he had with Angel more concrete. They
were friends, partners, companions and lovers; they were Sire and Childe -- favorite Childe, if
anyone wanted to get technical; and they had an exclusive relationship with each other, which
meant that Angel was all his and his alone. It seemed like he'd waited forever for that to be true.
"So, my dear poof," Spike said, picking up one of the brushes and eyeing Angel's face critically.
"What ever shall I do to you?" He grinned, chose the white body paint, and got to work.
With a slowness that bellied his hyperactive state, Spike turned his sleeping Angel into a canvas of
color and design. He started with the dark-haired vampire's face, painting the angelic planes
completely white before adding black diamonds over the eyes, round pink spots on the cheeks and
cupid bow lips, transforming the older man into a harlequin.
Moving down to Angel's neck, Spike very carefully detailed an intricate celtic knotwork collar in
dark blue and black, which he would connect in the back when he turned the older man over with a
small, silver lock. Within the knotwork, over his Sire's jugular, Spike painstakingly printed I
belong to William in pale blue letters that matched the collar's design.
After the seriousness of the collar he'd painted around Angel's neck, Spike went in the complete
opposite direction as he moved on to his Sire's chest. The blond quickly painted a tear in the older
vampire's right shoulder, exposing some of the muscle and nerves beneath the surface. From that
fake injury, hundreds of tiny black spiders ran down across Angel's pectoral, over his unbeating
heart and curved down around the dark-haired man's side where they disappeared into another fake
injury he'd painted. Also, on Angel's right pec near the scurrying spiders, Red and Yellow -- the
two M&M spokescandies -- stood on a chair, clutching each other in fright as they looked down at
Spike glanced up at Angel's face as he dipped the paintbrush in the no-longer-clear water to clean it.
He smirked when he saw that his Sire was still out of it. Grabbing the dark green body paint, the
younger man went back to playing, drawing a small, cartoon lizard trying to crawl out of Angel's
navel, but was stuck.
A pit-viper quickly appeared on Angel's left thigh, its fanged mouth open in a striking manner, as if
the snake were going to sink its poisonous venom into his Sire's bollocks with a hard bite. Of
course, Spike absolutely had to paint the older man's knackers completely blue.
Once done, Spike painted fake white kneepads on Angel's knees, a strand of daisy's around the
older man's right ankle, and each one of his toes a different color. He made a sweeping glance of his
Sire's painted body as he set the brush down and laughed to himself.
Picking up the camera, Spike took several instant pictures of his artwork, both full body shots and
close-ups. He took special care to take good photos of the collar around Angel's neck, considering
his Sire wouldn't be able to see it or the harlequin makeup because of lacking a reflection.
After he was done, Spike put the camera down and picked up the stack of pictures. He decided to
take a break before starting on his Sire's back in order to be certain the body paint was dry and
headed out of the room for the kitchen.
Spike returned to the bedroom a short while later and saw that Angel was still comotose. The blond
walked over to the bed and lightly kissed his Sire on the painted lips. "Time to turn over, peaches,"
he said quietly as he put one hand on Angel's shoulder, the other on the dark-haired man's waist.
The younger vampire rolled Angel over, exposing a long expanse of perfectly pale skin waiting to be
painted on. Spike picked up his brush again and immediately painted a black mustache on Angel's
griffin tattoo. He then climbed up onto the bed and straddled his Sire's waist because the older
vampire was more in the center of the bed after being turned over. Taking the dark blue body paint,
the younger man completed the celtic knotwork collar, adding a small, dark grey spike onto the
silver lock he'd drawn at the nape of Angel's neck, which locked the mythical collar in place.
Spike moved further down the bed after he'd chosen a new color of body paint. His eyes sparkled
with devilish glee as he painted two, bright yellow arrows on the backs of Angel's legs, the twin
arrowheads pointing inwards towards his Sire's hidden ringed entry. A few more slashes with his
brush and the dark-haired man's ass was painted as well.
Moving off the bed, Spike rinsed off his brush and frowned at the base of Angel's spine above the
swell of his buttocks. The blond needed to put something on that sensitive area, but he wasn't sure
As if giving him a message, the radio started to pour out a new song into the air and Spike's smile
was one of pure wickedness. He quickly mixed a few colors together on the lid of one of the paint
containters, climbed back onto the back of his Sire's thighs and proceed to etch one lemur humping
another one, both of their cartoonish eyes crossing in pleasure.
"You and me, baby, ain't nothing but mammals, so let's do it like they do it on the Discovery
Channel,'" Spike sung to himself as he put on the finishing touches. He leaned over to put the paint
and brush aside, then sat back on his Sire's thighs. He studied his artwork critically despite the
lascivious grin slashing his lips.
Quickly, Spike snapped a few pictures of his Sire's painted back and neck,
including a close-up of the lock on the collar, then set the instant camera aside. A few moments later, Spike had pulled the
older vampire onto his side in order to make more room on the bed. The blond readjusted the
lampshade before climbing onto 'his' side of the double bed. He laid down on his side so he was
facing Angel, his eyes drinking in the still peacefully sleeping, painted features of his Sire.
"Cor, mate, I can't believe you slept through all of this," Spike said, his eyes growing heavy as tiredness finally pulled on him. "Cordelia must've given you an elephant tranquilizer."
He dropped his gaze to the painted collar around Angel's neck and he reached up to lightly run his
fingers over it. "You're mine, you know," he murmured. "Body and soul, you belong to me."
Spike's eyes fully shut as he lowered his hand to the bed between himself and his Sire, and he
allowed himself to drop off into contented sleep.
Angel opened his eyes a few mintues later, a smile crossing his lips. "I know I'm yours, Will," he
said softly, raising his own hand up to brush his thumb across Spike's cheek, tenderly looking at his
Childe's sleeping features.
Then he put his hand over Spike's between them, closed his eyes and went to sleep for real.