Adults Only Angel/Spike: Past Errs 2/2
Author: nondenomifan
Title: Past Errs (sequel to " Angel Song")
Fandom: Angel the Series
Ship: Angel/Spike
Rating: Adults only, mostly language and suggestion, but some detailed sexual activities, as well.
Genre: Slash
Word Count: 3362
Warnings: M/M sexual activities.
Summary: Post "You're Welcome," Angel, Season 5 (100th Episode). Angel's penthouse. The morning after, and Angel still has some making up to do....
Disclaimer: Not mine. The people who created, wrote, produced, and distributed the original characters and/or plots own everything this writing is based on. This is just me having fun. Besides, I'm broke and you won't get nuttin' from me if you sue.
Feedback: Please, and thanks so much! This was my first slash piece ever (as dfasgiles). Constructive criticism, even if negative (could use a little more description of scenery and movement around the dialogue), is more than welcome. Destructive criticism ("that was crap," "your writing is immature") will get you drop kicked out the door. In other words, if you have something negative to say, give me solid ways I can improve my writing. Otherwise, keep your negativity to yourself. There is such a thing as constructive praise, as well; but I will accept good old-fashioned praise. Yeah, I'm double-standard like that.
Author's note: M/M warning in place because cross-posted to communities and my fic/icon journal where non-slash is also posted.
Distribution: If I'm a member of your archive, community, forum, group, etc., you can have it. Anyone else, comment with an invite. Cross-posted to: a_fluffy_angel, allaboutspangel, btvs_ats_slash, btvsats_love, fluffy_spike, nekid_spike, slash_world, spangel_, spike_fics, and my friends-only fic/icon journal nondenomifan.
Sunlight streamed in through Angel's bedroom windows, startling Spike awake. He thought he was char-broil for sure.
"Relax," Angel's voice buzzed over to him. "It can't hurt you through those windows. They're specially treated, so the sun can't harm us."
"I know," Spike said, inwardly chastising himself. "Just wasn't awake, yet, is all."
"Mm." Angel moved closer behind him under the pleasantly cool satin sheets and squeezed Spike's shoulder with one of his massive hands. "You'll get used to it."
Spike felt a thrill go through his body at Angel's touch--a thrill he hadn't felt for a little over a century. Of course, back then it had been the thrill that he got any kind of attention from Angelus--good or bad. Now, though--now, he was getting an almost tender vibe from Angel, and it felt good--better than Spike would have cared to admit.
"You mean you actually sleep with the sun beaming in on you like this?" Spike asked.
Another squeeze at his shoulder, accompanied by a gentle rub. "Mm-hm." Angel scooted a little closer, his hand now moving down Spike's arm and back up again. "Relax, William."
Spike's eyes widened. He couldn't recall Angel ever calling him William except to mock him. This time, though, his pronunciation of the name was more of a caress than a mockery--much like the caress he bestowed upon Spike's arm.
Spike swallowed the self-doubt that was screaming in his brain and slowly turned to face his Grandsire. "Angel?"
Angel looked at him, a warm smile on his soft lips and a light in his dark eyes. "Yes, William?" He continued to stroke one of Spike's arms, every once in awhile bestowing a squeeze at the shoulder.
Had Spike been human, he'd have been blushing. "This is awfully...pleasant."
One side of Angel's mouth twitched a little. "I'm glad you think so." He scooted a bit closer, then. "I was going for pleasure."
Spike felt his body react almost instantly to Angel's words. "I thought you were upset with me." One eyebrow raised, he searched his Grandsire's face.
"I was," Angel admitted. "I'm not anymore. You're young. I've been a jerk since you got here, and you didn't exactly come here by choice. I get, now, why you're acting out, so...I figured I had some making up to do."
Okay, now, this definitely didn't sound like Angel. "What sort of game are you playing, mate?"
"No game," Angel assured him. On the next sweep up Spike's arm, Angel's hand went from the squeeze at his shoulder to his upper back and began to roam over the rippling muscles he found there. "Mmmmm. You work out."
Spike was trying very hard to concentrate on figuring out just what Angel was up to, but he found it very difficult to form coherent thoughts. Actually, before too long, he wouldn't even be a cohesive life form. He was quickly turning into a puddle of--something. "Well, yeah," he admitted. "Keeps me fit for fighting evil."
Angel brought his other hand into the action. "We should work out together," he said. "We could spar with weapons and with our hands." He gave Spike's shoulders a stereo massage. "It would do us both good to have an equal partner."
Angel could sense Spike's heightened awareness of his body, and he had arousal to match. He couldn't explain it, but Spike sleeping in his bed brought back all the physical memories of when they'd been together back in the day, and Angel wanted Spike. He wanted him badly.
Back in the day, he would've just taken him, no permission asked. But, this was different. He had a soul, now. He couldn't just...do that. Spike had a soul, now, too, so it would quite possibly devastate him. William had always been very fragile hearted--even as a Vampire.
No, he had to work him up slowly, like a woman. And if there was one thing Angel knew how to do, it was to work someone up slowly. He used to have lovemaking sessions with the pub maids that lasted all night long. Ah, those were the days.
Angel had always loved sex, always had a voracious sexual appetite, even as a human before he was turned. Having sex with Darla had been more like spending the night in a dungeon, and Drusilla was more of a rag doll than an active participant. But, ah, William. He was passionate, and he came as hard as Angel did every time. He was the only one who ever rewarded Angel for his skills as a lover, and that was something Angel never forgot, even during those times when he so righteously hated Spike the most.
He pulled Spike close to him, brushing his lips over Spike's ear, barely touching the skin. His hands continued to massage Spike's shoulders heavily, moving their bodies together in a rhythm suggestive of what was to come.
He could hear Spike's unnecessary breaths mingle with his own. They were deep and hard, another thing he and Spike shared in common. Neither needed to breathe when making love, but both of them always did. For Angel, it was because it added to his excitement. He imagined it was the same for his passionate William.
"It's been a long time, my boy," Angel breathed in Spike's ear. "Do you remember, William?"
"Yes," came the whispered reply.
"I wonder," Angel said as he pulled his head back a bit to look Spike in the eye, "did you ever think of me when you were alone? Did you ever think of the times we shared blood and body? Did you ever wish it could be like that again?"
By now, Spike was practically mad with desire. "Oh, yes...." He reached for the back of Angel's head and pulled him into a rough, fevered kiss.
Angel returned the kiss full force, feeling his demon struggling to come forth. He kept it at bay--for now.
He started a trail of gently nipping kisses down Spike's neck. "You don't know how glad I am to hear that, William," he said, pulling Spike's jugular between his blunt teeth and sucking hard.
Spike's body arched against his Grandsire, and he cried out, then moved the small distance to where he could give Angel the same treatment. Angel moaned and clutched Spike's head to him.
White-knuckled fingers began tearing at clothing, teeth and nails marking every square inch of newly exposed skin. When both Vampires were naked, Angel pulled Spike's mouth to his in a hard, bruising kiss, eliciting a moan from his Grandchilde. Angel's arms wrapped tightly around Spike's back, crushing their bodies together. Both were hard against each other's muscled abs.
"Christ, Angel," Spike ground out as he tore his mouth from his Grandsire's, beginning a rhythm that had them both sighing from the friction it created against their bodies.
"William...." It felt so good--damned good--but this wasn't the way Angel wanted it to go down. Not at all. He owed Spike so much more than a quick, heated jack off.
He tore himself away from his Grandchilde and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, more out of habit than necessity.
"Angel?"
Angel opened his eyes to see confusion in the deep blue eyes of his Grandchilde, and something that nearly broke his unbeating heart: hurt. He knew William was fragile, but he'd forgotten just how sensitive he could be.
He gave Spike his best loving smile. "Come here, Childe." He beckoned to him with one hand.
Glancing at his Grandsire uncertainly, Spike complied.
"That's my boy." Angel tucked Spike's head against his chest under his chin and gently stroked his hair. "My sweet William." He kissed the top of his head, then let his hands stroke down to caress and rub at the muscular contours of Spike's back.
Spike sighed and gradually relaxed at the masterful hands of his Grandsire. When he started to purr, Angel knew things were back to where he wanted them to be.
He gave a gentle tug on Spike's upper arms, and Spike scooted up until they could kiss softly. Angel continued to stroke William's back with the occasional stray to his buttocks.
Spike's purrs became slightly louder each time Angel's hands brushed the flesh of his glutes, but he made no move to advance things. This pleased Angel beyond belief.
Angel gave Spike a quick kiss on the shoulder and whispered softly in his ear, "On your back."
Spike did as he was told without hesitation, giving himself completely over to his Master.
Angel took first one of Spike's hands, then the other, and left a slow, wet kiss in each palm. He then slid his hands up to Spike's upper arms as he moved his body over to cover his Grandchilde. He kissed him long and slow on the lips, then moved to just below one ear, down the jugular, back up, along the jaw line, and down the throat. Spike started to writhe. Angel chuckled with his mouth at the juncture of Spike's collarbones, and the vibration nearly drove Spike mad.
Angel then began a path between Spike's pecs, then over to one nipple to tease it with his teeth as he toyed with the other between his finger and thumb. Spike arched into him, groaning. Angel then circled each nipple with his tongue before trailing down Spike's midline ever so slowly and licking a sworl in his Grandchilde's navel.
"Angel!" The sheets were clutched in Spike's fists.
"Mmmmm, William..." Angel responded without lifting his mouth from Spike's body... "you taste so good. You smell so good--so full of passion."
By the end of his words, he had made his way to the top of the base of Spike's penis. He left a slow, wet kiss there, then slowly worked his way toward the head.
Spike's head began to toss against the pillow. "Fuck, Angel. Fuck, yeah!"
Angel took the head into his mouth and sucked hard, then let it slip out until he held only the tip in his mouth. He gave that a hard kiss with his lips, then flicked it with his tongue before taking the entire length into his mouth and swallowing it down his throat.
Spike growled as his hips arched into Angel's ministrations. Angel kept pulling away just enough from him to be able to lathe at the sensitive spot on the underside of Spike's penis, then swallowed him back down again.
"Oh...YES! God, yes...!"
Angel stopped momentarily, and Spike all but whimpered.
"Are you going to come, my William?" Angel panted. "I want to hear you tell me as you come."
Spike nodded vigorously, just wanting Angel to continue what he'd started.
"Good boy," Angel said, then bent to take Spike in his mouth once more.
"God, yes!" Spike panted, grabbing the sheets again.
Again, Angel stopped. "Talk to me, boy."
"Don't bloody stop!" Spike yelled, lifting his hips toward Angel's mouth.
"Then, tell me what I'm doing to you. Don't tell God."
"All right, all right! Anything! Just don't...bloody--AN-GE-E-ELLL...!"
Angel had his mouth around the head of Spike's penis again, flicking his tongue hard against the underside. Every now and again, he'd give a few good pumps of his mouth over the entire shaft, taking all that he could without deep throating.
"Angel, yes!" Spike cried. "Suck it! Take it all in! Yes!"
"Mmmmm," Angel purred with his mouth still around Spike's cock.
"Bl-oody Hell...." His hips arched into Angel once more. "Don't stop. Don't stop. That's so-o-o-o good....Yes...."
Angel put one hand around each of Spike's buttocks and pressed him hard into his face, swallowing him down his throat once more.
"Cor, yes!" Spike's hips started to buck in a rhythm all their own, now. "Fuck, Angel! Sire! Make me come!"
Without any further begging from his Childe, Angel began a series of swallows, clenching the structure of the back of his throat repeatedly around the head of Spike's cock.
"Good...God...Yes! Fuck, Angel...Yes! I'm coming....I'm coming....I'm--" His voice cut off with a howl that hurt Angel's sensitive Vampire hearing, but Angel didn't care. He had given his Childe pleasure.
He relaxed his throat and gently let Spike slide slowly into the cavity of his mouth before even more slowly letting him slide from his lips. Angel gave one more stroke of his mouth over the ridge between the head and the shaft, then bestowed a lick and a kiss at the tip, making Spike shiver.
Swallowing all remaining semen eagerly, Angel slid up his Grandchilde's body to place a kiss at his forehead.
"Aren't you just the picture of bliss."
Spike managed only a weak smile in his exhausted state. "Be shocked if I wasn't." He brushed Angel's cheek softly with the back of one hand. "Thank you, Sire."
Angel shook his head. "No thank yous tonight, William. Only pleasure. Only love."
Spike's eyes widened and immediately became shiny. "Did you say--"
Angel smiled down at him. "Love. Yes, I did."
"Sire...." Spike couldn't finish the sentiment, even if he'd had words, as the tears began to fall. He recovered after a bit, then said, "Now, look what you've reduced me to."
Angel smiled, kissed him briefly, then moved to lie on his stomach beside Spike on the bed.
"Oh. Well, then," Spike said, a bit taken aback. "Goodnight."
That won a chuckle from Angel. "You silly boy," he said. "Get over here and fuck me."
Spike gasped. Never before had he been allowed--let alone requested--to give it to Angel. He had always been on the receiving end of Angel, not the other way around.
"Come again?"
"I hope you will, but I hope it's with me--"
"Cor...." Spike pounced on his Sire, his body still very much alive with the thrum of the orgasm Angel had just given him. God, but being a Vamp had its advantages!
"That's my boy," Angel urged him. "Give yourself to me. I want you inside me--now."
Spike put two fingers in his mouth, then slowly into Angel's entrance.
"That's it, boy," Angel growled. "Do it."
Spike pumped his fingers in and out a few times, relaxing Angel's muscles, then worked his fingers around to where he could tap on his Grandsire's prostate.
"Oh, Hell, yeah...."
Spike started to pump his fingers in Angel once more, then reached for his own shaft and began to squeeze and stroke it until it came back to life. Pulling his fingers from Angel's ass, he gently parted the buttocks and moved to position himself at the opening.
"Fuck, yes, Spike! Do it, now!"
Without need for further encouragement in his highly aroused state, Spike pushed himself to the hilt in Angel's canal. Both Vampires hissed at the combination of pain and pleasure, stopping to savor the moment.
After a brief pause, Angel moaned and tipped his pelvis up to take Spike even deeper inside. Spike growled, then, and began to thrust in and out of his beloved Grandsire.
"Oh, fuck...yes...." Angel moaned as his hands clenched and unclenched fistfuls of pillow, his head moving slowly from side to side.
"You like that, Sire?" Spike asked, his kinky side taking over. "You like me up your arse?"
"Hell, yes...." Angel reached around for Spike's hands, and Spike gave them over freely, thinking Angel needed a little help.
Instead, Angel entwined Spike's fingers with his own and placed their intermingled hands on either side of his hips.
"It's about love," Angel reminded him.
Spike stopped mid-thrust, his body falling to rest against Angel's back.
"I do love you, Sire. You know I do." He bestowed slow kisses across Angel's neck and shoulders, circling his hips slowly.
Angel whimpered and tightened his grip on Spike's fingers. "But, do you know I love you?"
"I do now...." Spike said in his deepest, most mischievous tone.
He continued the slow circling of his hips, making sure he brushed his Grandsire's prostate with each gyration.
"Oh, God...."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Spike admonished him. "You're talking to the wrong person, Angel. God doesn't give a piss about you. You're a demon. You want to come, you're going to have to talk to the guy with his cock up your arse."
"William, I--oh, fuck!" A swallow on a gasp, and then, "Please...."
A harder thrust on the next gyration of Spike's hips.
"Please, what, Luv?"
"Please," Angel panted. "Please, William...."
"Oh, I am pleasing William. I'm pleasing William a great deal." He knew damned well he was going to pay for this the next time Angel got horny--which was more than likely going to be within the hour, as long as he'd been without--but Spike didn't care. He was having too much fun teasing his Grandsire while he was in an unusual position of power.
"William!" Angel half-growled, half-whimpered. "Please! Make me come!"
"Now," Spike asked innocently with another hard thrust of his hips. "How would I do that?"
"Fuck me," Angel panted. "Fuck me hard. And fuck me with your hand!"
"You didn't say plea-ease...."
"Please! Please! Please...!"
Damn, but this was good. He'd never known Angel could be reduced to such a pussy in so little time....Then again, he probably should've known. He was so used to being the bitch that it had never crossed his mind.
"Right, then," Spike said and felt his Sire's body tense with anticipation, nearly making him cross his eyes. "Up you go."
Obediently, Angel rose to his hands and knees. Spike first merely placed his hands at the front of Angel's pelvis and pumped as hard and fast as he could.
"Spike...YES! Please...YES!"
"You want me to fuck you--" Spike began, not missing a beat of his hard rhythm.
"YES!"
"Like this...?" He slammed even harder into Angel's ass.
Angel's disappointment was flagrant in his body language and in the air itself. "Yes, but--"
Spike's hand had somehow snuck up to Angel's penis and grabbed on--hard. He started pumping Angel furiously.
"Oh...Spike." Angel began a rhythm of his own, and Spike switched the movements of his hips and his hand to match.
"You like that, hmmmm?" he asked. "You like getting fucked from both sides? You like the way I do you?"
"Ye-e-es...." Angel's whole body was shaking, now, and Spike new he was close.
Dropping the dialogue, he concentrated more on the friction inside his Master's tight ass than anything else that was happening, letting autopilot take over. In mere minutes, he was groaning with his Sire, and the groans gradually gave way to growls as he pumped harder and harder and felt Angel's body tense with impending orgasm.
"Come, Angel!" Spike demanded. "Come with me!"
"I need you..." Angel panted, "I need to feel you come inside me, first...."
"Cor...." Spike pounded into Angel's ass a few more times and howled with the intensity of his second orgasm in less than an hour.
Feeling Spike's cold semen shoot into the friction-warmed walls of his channel, Angel thrust hard and fast into Spike's hand until he, too, came with a howl.
Exhausted, the two of them flopped forward onto the surface of the bed.
"Bl-ood-y Hell...." was all Spike could manage.
Angel gave a panting chuckle. "Yeah."
He moved to flip over so he could look up into the beautiful eyes of his Childe. "Get down here." He grabbed Spike's head and pulled him in for a gentle, loving kiss. When the kiss ended, he smiled up at him. "You were amazing."
"I was--?" Spike had been getting ready to argue about who exactly amazed whom, then thought better of it. "I was, wasn't I?" His cocky grin faded, then, and he shoved playfully at Angel's shoulder. "I had a very good teacher."
Angel grinned. "Is that so?"
Spike wiggled his eyebrows. "It is...."
"So," Angel began, rolling them over so he was on top. "Have any pressing business today?"
Spike looked him up and down. "Just your cock against my thigh, you pouf."
Angel's eyes got a mischievous glint to them. "I'll show you who's the pouf..." and he dove in for a kiss.
FADE TO BLACK....
Title: Past Errs (sequel to " Angel Song")
Fandom: Angel the Series
Ship: Angel/Spike
Rating: Adults only, mostly language and suggestion, but some detailed sexual activities, as well.
Genre: Slash
Word Count: 3362
Warnings: M/M sexual activities.
Summary: Post "You're Welcome," Angel, Season 5 (100th Episode). Angel's penthouse. The morning after, and Angel still has some making up to do....
Disclaimer: Not mine. The people who created, wrote, produced, and distributed the original characters and/or plots own everything this writing is based on. This is just me having fun. Besides, I'm broke and you won't get nuttin' from me if you sue.
Feedback: Please, and thanks so much! This was my first slash piece ever (as dfasgiles). Constructive criticism, even if negative (could use a little more description of scenery and movement around the dialogue), is more than welcome. Destructive criticism ("that was crap," "your writing is immature") will get you drop kicked out the door. In other words, if you have something negative to say, give me solid ways I can improve my writing. Otherwise, keep your negativity to yourself. There is such a thing as constructive praise, as well; but I will accept good old-fashioned praise. Yeah, I'm double-standard like that.
Author's note: M/M warning in place because cross-posted to communities and my fic/icon journal where non-slash is also posted.
Distribution: If I'm a member of your archive, community, forum, group, etc., you can have it. Anyone else, comment with an invite. Cross-posted to: a_fluffy_angel, allaboutspangel, btvs_ats_slash, btvsats_love, fluffy_spike, nekid_spike, slash_world, spangel_, spike_fics, and my friends-only fic/icon journal nondenomifan.
Sunlight streamed in through Angel's bedroom windows, startling Spike awake. He thought he was char-broil for sure.
"Relax," Angel's voice buzzed over to him. "It can't hurt you through those windows. They're specially treated, so the sun can't harm us."
"I know," Spike said, inwardly chastising himself. "Just wasn't awake, yet, is all."
"Mm." Angel moved closer behind him under the pleasantly cool satin sheets and squeezed Spike's shoulder with one of his massive hands. "You'll get used to it."
Spike felt a thrill go through his body at Angel's touch--a thrill he hadn't felt for a little over a century. Of course, back then it had been the thrill that he got any kind of attention from Angelus--good or bad. Now, though--now, he was getting an almost tender vibe from Angel, and it felt good--better than Spike would have cared to admit.
"You mean you actually sleep with the sun beaming in on you like this?" Spike asked.
Another squeeze at his shoulder, accompanied by a gentle rub. "Mm-hm." Angel scooted a little closer, his hand now moving down Spike's arm and back up again. "Relax, William."
Spike's eyes widened. He couldn't recall Angel ever calling him William except to mock him. This time, though, his pronunciation of the name was more of a caress than a mockery--much like the caress he bestowed upon Spike's arm.
Spike swallowed the self-doubt that was screaming in his brain and slowly turned to face his Grandsire. "Angel?"
Angel looked at him, a warm smile on his soft lips and a light in his dark eyes. "Yes, William?" He continued to stroke one of Spike's arms, every once in awhile bestowing a squeeze at the shoulder.
Had Spike been human, he'd have been blushing. "This is awfully...pleasant."
One side of Angel's mouth twitched a little. "I'm glad you think so." He scooted a bit closer, then. "I was going for pleasure."
Spike felt his body react almost instantly to Angel's words. "I thought you were upset with me." One eyebrow raised, he searched his Grandsire's face.
"I was," Angel admitted. "I'm not anymore. You're young. I've been a jerk since you got here, and you didn't exactly come here by choice. I get, now, why you're acting out, so...I figured I had some making up to do."
Okay, now, this definitely didn't sound like Angel. "What sort of game are you playing, mate?"
"No game," Angel assured him. On the next sweep up Spike's arm, Angel's hand went from the squeeze at his shoulder to his upper back and began to roam over the rippling muscles he found there. "Mmmmm. You work out."
Spike was trying very hard to concentrate on figuring out just what Angel was up to, but he found it very difficult to form coherent thoughts. Actually, before too long, he wouldn't even be a cohesive life form. He was quickly turning into a puddle of--something. "Well, yeah," he admitted. "Keeps me fit for fighting evil."
Angel brought his other hand into the action. "We should work out together," he said. "We could spar with weapons and with our hands." He gave Spike's shoulders a stereo massage. "It would do us both good to have an equal partner."
Angel could sense Spike's heightened awareness of his body, and he had arousal to match. He couldn't explain it, but Spike sleeping in his bed brought back all the physical memories of when they'd been together back in the day, and Angel wanted Spike. He wanted him badly.
Back in the day, he would've just taken him, no permission asked. But, this was different. He had a soul, now. He couldn't just...do that. Spike had a soul, now, too, so it would quite possibly devastate him. William had always been very fragile hearted--even as a Vampire.
No, he had to work him up slowly, like a woman. And if there was one thing Angel knew how to do, it was to work someone up slowly. He used to have lovemaking sessions with the pub maids that lasted all night long. Ah, those were the days.
Angel had always loved sex, always had a voracious sexual appetite, even as a human before he was turned. Having sex with Darla had been more like spending the night in a dungeon, and Drusilla was more of a rag doll than an active participant. But, ah, William. He was passionate, and he came as hard as Angel did every time. He was the only one who ever rewarded Angel for his skills as a lover, and that was something Angel never forgot, even during those times when he so righteously hated Spike the most.
He pulled Spike close to him, brushing his lips over Spike's ear, barely touching the skin. His hands continued to massage Spike's shoulders heavily, moving their bodies together in a rhythm suggestive of what was to come.
He could hear Spike's unnecessary breaths mingle with his own. They were deep and hard, another thing he and Spike shared in common. Neither needed to breathe when making love, but both of them always did. For Angel, it was because it added to his excitement. He imagined it was the same for his passionate William.
"It's been a long time, my boy," Angel breathed in Spike's ear. "Do you remember, William?"
"Yes," came the whispered reply.
"I wonder," Angel said as he pulled his head back a bit to look Spike in the eye, "did you ever think of me when you were alone? Did you ever think of the times we shared blood and body? Did you ever wish it could be like that again?"
By now, Spike was practically mad with desire. "Oh, yes...." He reached for the back of Angel's head and pulled him into a rough, fevered kiss.
Angel returned the kiss full force, feeling his demon struggling to come forth. He kept it at bay--for now.
He started a trail of gently nipping kisses down Spike's neck. "You don't know how glad I am to hear that, William," he said, pulling Spike's jugular between his blunt teeth and sucking hard.
Spike's body arched against his Grandsire, and he cried out, then moved the small distance to where he could give Angel the same treatment. Angel moaned and clutched Spike's head to him.
White-knuckled fingers began tearing at clothing, teeth and nails marking every square inch of newly exposed skin. When both Vampires were naked, Angel pulled Spike's mouth to his in a hard, bruising kiss, eliciting a moan from his Grandchilde. Angel's arms wrapped tightly around Spike's back, crushing their bodies together. Both were hard against each other's muscled abs.
"Christ, Angel," Spike ground out as he tore his mouth from his Grandsire's, beginning a rhythm that had them both sighing from the friction it created against their bodies.
"William...." It felt so good--damned good--but this wasn't the way Angel wanted it to go down. Not at all. He owed Spike so much more than a quick, heated jack off.
He tore himself away from his Grandchilde and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths, more out of habit than necessity.
"Angel?"
Angel opened his eyes to see confusion in the deep blue eyes of his Grandchilde, and something that nearly broke his unbeating heart: hurt. He knew William was fragile, but he'd forgotten just how sensitive he could be.
He gave Spike his best loving smile. "Come here, Childe." He beckoned to him with one hand.
Glancing at his Grandsire uncertainly, Spike complied.
"That's my boy." Angel tucked Spike's head against his chest under his chin and gently stroked his hair. "My sweet William." He kissed the top of his head, then let his hands stroke down to caress and rub at the muscular contours of Spike's back.
Spike sighed and gradually relaxed at the masterful hands of his Grandsire. When he started to purr, Angel knew things were back to where he wanted them to be.
He gave a gentle tug on Spike's upper arms, and Spike scooted up until they could kiss softly. Angel continued to stroke William's back with the occasional stray to his buttocks.
Spike's purrs became slightly louder each time Angel's hands brushed the flesh of his glutes, but he made no move to advance things. This pleased Angel beyond belief.
Angel gave Spike a quick kiss on the shoulder and whispered softly in his ear, "On your back."
Spike did as he was told without hesitation, giving himself completely over to his Master.
Angel took first one of Spike's hands, then the other, and left a slow, wet kiss in each palm. He then slid his hands up to Spike's upper arms as he moved his body over to cover his Grandchilde. He kissed him long and slow on the lips, then moved to just below one ear, down the jugular, back up, along the jaw line, and down the throat. Spike started to writhe. Angel chuckled with his mouth at the juncture of Spike's collarbones, and the vibration nearly drove Spike mad.
Angel then began a path between Spike's pecs, then over to one nipple to tease it with his teeth as he toyed with the other between his finger and thumb. Spike arched into him, groaning. Angel then circled each nipple with his tongue before trailing down Spike's midline ever so slowly and licking a sworl in his Grandchilde's navel.
"Angel!" The sheets were clutched in Spike's fists.
"Mmmmm, William..." Angel responded without lifting his mouth from Spike's body... "you taste so good. You smell so good--so full of passion."
By the end of his words, he had made his way to the top of the base of Spike's penis. He left a slow, wet kiss there, then slowly worked his way toward the head.
Spike's head began to toss against the pillow. "Fuck, Angel. Fuck, yeah!"
Angel took the head into his mouth and sucked hard, then let it slip out until he held only the tip in his mouth. He gave that a hard kiss with his lips, then flicked it with his tongue before taking the entire length into his mouth and swallowing it down his throat.
Spike growled as his hips arched into Angel's ministrations. Angel kept pulling away just enough from him to be able to lathe at the sensitive spot on the underside of Spike's penis, then swallowed him back down again.
"Oh...YES! God, yes...!"
Angel stopped momentarily, and Spike all but whimpered.
"Are you going to come, my William?" Angel panted. "I want to hear you tell me as you come."
Spike nodded vigorously, just wanting Angel to continue what he'd started.
"Good boy," Angel said, then bent to take Spike in his mouth once more.
"God, yes!" Spike panted, grabbing the sheets again.
Again, Angel stopped. "Talk to me, boy."
"Don't bloody stop!" Spike yelled, lifting his hips toward Angel's mouth.
"Then, tell me what I'm doing to you. Don't tell God."
"All right, all right! Anything! Just don't...bloody--AN-GE-E-ELLL...!"
Angel had his mouth around the head of Spike's penis again, flicking his tongue hard against the underside. Every now and again, he'd give a few good pumps of his mouth over the entire shaft, taking all that he could without deep throating.
"Angel, yes!" Spike cried. "Suck it! Take it all in! Yes!"
"Mmmmm," Angel purred with his mouth still around Spike's cock.
"Bl-oody Hell...." His hips arched into Angel once more. "Don't stop. Don't stop. That's so-o-o-o good....Yes...."
Angel put one hand around each of Spike's buttocks and pressed him hard into his face, swallowing him down his throat once more.
"Cor, yes!" Spike's hips started to buck in a rhythm all their own, now. "Fuck, Angel! Sire! Make me come!"
Without any further begging from his Childe, Angel began a series of swallows, clenching the structure of the back of his throat repeatedly around the head of Spike's cock.
"Good...God...Yes! Fuck, Angel...Yes! I'm coming....I'm coming....I'm--" His voice cut off with a howl that hurt Angel's sensitive Vampire hearing, but Angel didn't care. He had given his Childe pleasure.
He relaxed his throat and gently let Spike slide slowly into the cavity of his mouth before even more slowly letting him slide from his lips. Angel gave one more stroke of his mouth over the ridge between the head and the shaft, then bestowed a lick and a kiss at the tip, making Spike shiver.
Swallowing all remaining semen eagerly, Angel slid up his Grandchilde's body to place a kiss at his forehead.
"Aren't you just the picture of bliss."
Spike managed only a weak smile in his exhausted state. "Be shocked if I wasn't." He brushed Angel's cheek softly with the back of one hand. "Thank you, Sire."
Angel shook his head. "No thank yous tonight, William. Only pleasure. Only love."
Spike's eyes widened and immediately became shiny. "Did you say--"
Angel smiled down at him. "Love. Yes, I did."
"Sire...." Spike couldn't finish the sentiment, even if he'd had words, as the tears began to fall. He recovered after a bit, then said, "Now, look what you've reduced me to."
Angel smiled, kissed him briefly, then moved to lie on his stomach beside Spike on the bed.
"Oh. Well, then," Spike said, a bit taken aback. "Goodnight."
That won a chuckle from Angel. "You silly boy," he said. "Get over here and fuck me."
Spike gasped. Never before had he been allowed--let alone requested--to give it to Angel. He had always been on the receiving end of Angel, not the other way around.
"Come again?"
"I hope you will, but I hope it's with me--"
"Cor...." Spike pounced on his Sire, his body still very much alive with the thrum of the orgasm Angel had just given him. God, but being a Vamp had its advantages!
"That's my boy," Angel urged him. "Give yourself to me. I want you inside me--now."
Spike put two fingers in his mouth, then slowly into Angel's entrance.
"That's it, boy," Angel growled. "Do it."
Spike pumped his fingers in and out a few times, relaxing Angel's muscles, then worked his fingers around to where he could tap on his Grandsire's prostate.
"Oh, Hell, yeah...."
Spike started to pump his fingers in Angel once more, then reached for his own shaft and began to squeeze and stroke it until it came back to life. Pulling his fingers from Angel's ass, he gently parted the buttocks and moved to position himself at the opening.
"Fuck, yes, Spike! Do it, now!"
Without need for further encouragement in his highly aroused state, Spike pushed himself to the hilt in Angel's canal. Both Vampires hissed at the combination of pain and pleasure, stopping to savor the moment.
After a brief pause, Angel moaned and tipped his pelvis up to take Spike even deeper inside. Spike growled, then, and began to thrust in and out of his beloved Grandsire.
"Oh, fuck...yes...." Angel moaned as his hands clenched and unclenched fistfuls of pillow, his head moving slowly from side to side.
"You like that, Sire?" Spike asked, his kinky side taking over. "You like me up your arse?"
"Hell, yes...." Angel reached around for Spike's hands, and Spike gave them over freely, thinking Angel needed a little help.
Instead, Angel entwined Spike's fingers with his own and placed their intermingled hands on either side of his hips.
"It's about love," Angel reminded him.
Spike stopped mid-thrust, his body falling to rest against Angel's back.
"I do love you, Sire. You know I do." He bestowed slow kisses across Angel's neck and shoulders, circling his hips slowly.
Angel whimpered and tightened his grip on Spike's fingers. "But, do you know I love you?"
"I do now...." Spike said in his deepest, most mischievous tone.
He continued the slow circling of his hips, making sure he brushed his Grandsire's prostate with each gyration.
"Oh, God...."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Spike admonished him. "You're talking to the wrong person, Angel. God doesn't give a piss about you. You're a demon. You want to come, you're going to have to talk to the guy with his cock up your arse."
"William, I--oh, fuck!" A swallow on a gasp, and then, "Please...."
A harder thrust on the next gyration of Spike's hips.
"Please, what, Luv?"
"Please," Angel panted. "Please, William...."
"Oh, I am pleasing William. I'm pleasing William a great deal." He knew damned well he was going to pay for this the next time Angel got horny--which was more than likely going to be within the hour, as long as he'd been without--but Spike didn't care. He was having too much fun teasing his Grandsire while he was in an unusual position of power.
"William!" Angel half-growled, half-whimpered. "Please! Make me come!"
"Now," Spike asked innocently with another hard thrust of his hips. "How would I do that?"
"Fuck me," Angel panted. "Fuck me hard. And fuck me with your hand!"
"You didn't say plea-ease...."
"Please! Please! Please...!"
Damn, but this was good. He'd never known Angel could be reduced to such a pussy in so little time....Then again, he probably should've known. He was so used to being the bitch that it had never crossed his mind.
"Right, then," Spike said and felt his Sire's body tense with anticipation, nearly making him cross his eyes. "Up you go."
Obediently, Angel rose to his hands and knees. Spike first merely placed his hands at the front of Angel's pelvis and pumped as hard and fast as he could.
"Spike...YES! Please...YES!"
"You want me to fuck you--" Spike began, not missing a beat of his hard rhythm.
"YES!"
"Like this...?" He slammed even harder into Angel's ass.
Angel's disappointment was flagrant in his body language and in the air itself. "Yes, but--"
Spike's hand had somehow snuck up to Angel's penis and grabbed on--hard. He started pumping Angel furiously.
"Oh...Spike." Angel began a rhythm of his own, and Spike switched the movements of his hips and his hand to match.
"You like that, hmmmm?" he asked. "You like getting fucked from both sides? You like the way I do you?"
"Ye-e-es...." Angel's whole body was shaking, now, and Spike new he was close.
Dropping the dialogue, he concentrated more on the friction inside his Master's tight ass than anything else that was happening, letting autopilot take over. In mere minutes, he was groaning with his Sire, and the groans gradually gave way to growls as he pumped harder and harder and felt Angel's body tense with impending orgasm.
"Come, Angel!" Spike demanded. "Come with me!"
"I need you..." Angel panted, "I need to feel you come inside me, first...."
"Cor...." Spike pounded into Angel's ass a few more times and howled with the intensity of his second orgasm in less than an hour.
Feeling Spike's cold semen shoot into the friction-warmed walls of his channel, Angel thrust hard and fast into Spike's hand until he, too, came with a howl.
Exhausted, the two of them flopped forward onto the surface of the bed.
"Bl-ood-y Hell...." was all Spike could manage.
Angel gave a panting chuckle. "Yeah."
He moved to flip over so he could look up into the beautiful eyes of his Childe. "Get down here." He grabbed Spike's head and pulled him in for a gentle, loving kiss. When the kiss ended, he smiled up at him. "You were amazing."
"I was--?" Spike had been getting ready to argue about who exactly amazed whom, then thought better of it. "I was, wasn't I?" His cocky grin faded, then, and he shoved playfully at Angel's shoulder. "I had a very good teacher."
Angel grinned. "Is that so?"
Spike wiggled his eyebrows. "It is...."
"So," Angel began, rolling them over so he was on top. "Have any pressing business today?"
Spike looked him up and down. "Just your cock against my thigh, you pouf."
Angel's eyes got a mischievous glint to them. "I'll show you who's the pouf..." and he dove in for a kiss.
FADE TO BLACK....