A Spangel Interlude
OOC: Here's a little something I rustled up in AIM chat to keep the adorable Ally happy and give her nice Spangel dreams. Just a short to the point smut involving our two beloved souled vampires. Enjoy.
Angel is looking disgruntled and storms into Spike's dingy little apartment.
"So like you not to knock. What's got your knickers in a twist this time?" Spike snorts at Angel's dramatic entrance. He is slouching on the couch with a beer in hand, watching some late night show.
"Don't play games with me Spike. I thought we had an agreement. We were both going to stay out of Buffy's hair, let her get on with her life without us." Angel paces around, a bit agitated. His brow is more furrowed than usual.
Spike just shrugs. "You decided for us mate. Like you always do, making the decisions for everyone else."
Angel rolls his eyes at this. "Fine, it's what I decided. But what do I find? You've booked a plane ticket to Italy. One way." Angel folds his arms, looking dangerously ready to throw something.
"What's it to you? It's not like you've been acting like you're real keen to have me around, is it?" Spike throws back at him.
"That doesn't mean I want you to go bothering Buffy."
"Why not? Afraid we might take up where we left off?" Spike finally stands up, facing him down.
"Hardly." Angel snorts, turning away.
"Then why are you so pissed off? Eh? Admit it you're scared she'll want me. Not you." Spike moves around to be in his face again.
"Give me a break. She was with you out of pity, or self loathing." Angel shoves him away.
"Well a lot more times than you, ya big ponce. You have her once and it's like you own her or something, well love doesn't work that way." Spike shoves him back
"Love? What do you know about love?" Angel retorts.
"Well, more than you, obviously." Spike taunts.
Then Angel grabs him by his shirt. "You are not going to Italy!" His nostrils are flaring and it looks like he is going to punch Spike.
"Try to stop me. I dare you. You don't have the balls." Spike, although shorter still faces him squarely, ready to retaliate when the blow comes.
Angel looks at him, and then instead of punching him he kisses him roughly, shoving Spike against the wall.
Spike is a little surprised at Angel's urgency, and shoves him back breathlessly. "This is your way of stopping me?"
"It's working isn't it?" Angel counters.
"Yeah, it is." Spike admits and grabs Angel and kisses him back just as fiercely.
Angel slips his tongue into Spike's mouth, which opens under the onslaught. Spike moans a little and reaches down to grab Angel's buttocks and pull him closer into him.
"You thinking about Buffy now Spike?" Angel breathes, when he pulls away for a moment.
"Nope, you?" Spike says.
"No." Angel admits, and then gets a wicked grin on his face. He pushes Spike back against the wall again, grinding his hips into Spike's hips.
"Thought you didn't want me around." Spike murmurs huskily. "Your body tells me different."
"Well, you are annoying. I just really need to fuck you too." Angel whispers back.
"Well, as always, you have to get your way." Spike rolls his eyes, and then rolls his hips some more.
Angel captures his mouth again with a strangled "Will you just shut up!"
Spike lets his hands roam, and caresses the hard bulge in Angel's pants. This causes Angel to moan a little and he nuzzles at Spike's neck, licking and sucking at the skin there. "It's been a long time, Spike." Angel sighs as he presses into Spike's hand.
Spike chuckles at that and squeezes at him, enjoying the gasp Angel makes in response. "Like riding a bike, never quite forget it." Spike unzips Angels pants and slips his hand inside to stroke Angel's hot hard cock.
Angel moves his hips in time with Spike's strokes, the blond vamp knows just the right amount of pressure to apply, damn him. To reciprocate, Angel reaches down and starts to do the same to Spike.
he rubs his hands against the bulge in Spike's jeans and then unbuttons them, freeing Spike's erection.
"Like riding a bike." Angel echoes, and then without a word he kneels down and takes Spike's shaft into his mouth.
Spike gasps with shock and pleasure. Angel never used to do this. Or at least Angelus. But it feels bloody wonderful and Spike lets his head fall back against the wall, enjoying the way Angel is caressing and sucking at him. Spike cradles Angel's head and digs his fingers into his hair. He lets out an involuntary moan at each movement, each sensation. The pleasure builds and he can't help but pant and cry out. The way Angel is using his tongue is evil, it's driving Spike crazy. Just when he thinks he's ready to explode Angel stops what he's doing and pulls away. "Wait, hang on."Spike cries in frustration.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up? Always the impatient one." Angel grumbles. Then starts divesting himself of his clothing. Spike follows suit and soon they are facing each other, completely naked. There is a moment of awkwardness as they stand, looking at each other. Both of them clearly aroused and ready for more action.
Angel breaks the silence. "So, are you staying?"
Spike moves closer. "That depends on you, you're the boss."
"Oh, so now I'm the boss? How come I wasn't two minutes ago?" Angel protests, this time Spike lunges in and starts kissing him.
"Why don't YOU shut up." He breathes in between pants.
Angel clutches at Spike's taut body as they passionately kiss, digging his nails into Spike's back and buttocks.
Spike leans down and begins to kiss Angel's chest, and he moves to suckle at one of Angel's nipples, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. Angel emits a sigh of pleasure and leans into it, enjoying the shivers of sensation rippling through his body.
But it's not enough, Angel needs more.
He shoves Spike to face the wall. Spike knows what's coming, it was always Angelus' way to be the one to take pleasure first. But he doesn't mind. In fact he's craving it, craving the feel of Angel inside of him. Spike places his hands against the wall and braces himself.
Angel doesn't just go to it though, he kneels behind Spike and begins to kiss his buttocks.
Spike is again surprised, it's something new. Angel uses his tongue to lick and probe at him. Spike jerks his hips in shocked pleasure at the sensation of Angel's cool wet tongue caressing him there.
After a while, though, Spike can't bear it, he needs more too. "Angel...." He moans, with a pleading tone.
Angel finally stands up, he strokes himself and is pleased at how hard he still is. Then he grabs at Spike's hips and gently begins to thrust into him. Spike looks back at him, again wondering at the tenderness that he never knew at Angelus' hands.
Angel gasps at the feel of Spike's body enveloping his cock. He wants to thrust in all the way, hurt him, make him scream with pleasure, but he represses the urge and instead pushes in and out slowly, each time going deeper and deeper.
Spike arches his back, amazed at how good it feels, feeling Angel's cock thrust into him, and he relaxes into it, wanting Angel to go faster and harder. He grabs his own cock in his hand and massages it, feeling it harden and swell in his hand.
"I've missed this." Angel gasps, letting the sheer pleasure of their coupling take hold of him. His movements become more forceful, quicker in pace. Spike's pants become louder and shallower. Angel is filling him up and he can feel himself spiralling to that peak.
Angel leans down and kisses Spike's sweat slicked back, enjoying the salty taste of his skin. He reaches around and caresses Spike's nipples, eliciting renewed moans and sighs of pleasure. Finally Angel can't take it any more and begins to let himself go, he starts to pound his cock into Spike's ass, and Spike cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It hurts a little, but it's mostly intense pleasure and Spike responds by pressing his backside into Angel's thrusts, urging him to go as deep as he can. "Make me scream, go on. Do it!" He cries out to Angel.
Angel renews his vigor and gives Spike everything he's got, revelling in the way Spike can take it, Spike wants it. He loses himself in plunging into Spike and just when he is almost at the brink of release, Spike gives out a strangled cry, and Angel feels Spike's muscles clenching in orgasm. This tips Angel over the edge and he spasms into Spike. He let's out a hoarse cry himself, unable to contain the ecstasy of the moment.
Finally they both collapse on the floor, limbs still entwined, panting and clutching at each other, Angel spooned around the smaller Spike. After a moment, while they lie together, Angel props himself up on his elbow and gazes down at Spike.
"Promise me you won't go to Italy." Spike cracks open an eye to look at him for a moment, then settles back down, resting his head on Angel's arm. "Please." Angel adds.
Spike cracks a small smile and replies without looking at him.
"I won't. But only because you said please. Now go to sleep you big poof or I'll hide your hair gel. I'm spent, you've tired me out good and proper."
Angel finally lets himself lean back and drapes one arm over Spike's hips before he drifts off to sleep. Spike's smile never leaves his face as he too finally begins to slumber. Looks like his little ploy worked....
Angel is looking disgruntled and storms into Spike's dingy little apartment.
"So like you not to knock. What's got your knickers in a twist this time?" Spike snorts at Angel's dramatic entrance. He is slouching on the couch with a beer in hand, watching some late night show.
"Don't play games with me Spike. I thought we had an agreement. We were both going to stay out of Buffy's hair, let her get on with her life without us." Angel paces around, a bit agitated. His brow is more furrowed than usual.
Spike just shrugs. "You decided for us mate. Like you always do, making the decisions for everyone else."
Angel rolls his eyes at this. "Fine, it's what I decided. But what do I find? You've booked a plane ticket to Italy. One way." Angel folds his arms, looking dangerously ready to throw something.
"What's it to you? It's not like you've been acting like you're real keen to have me around, is it?" Spike throws back at him.
"That doesn't mean I want you to go bothering Buffy."
"Why not? Afraid we might take up where we left off?" Spike finally stands up, facing him down.
"Hardly." Angel snorts, turning away.
"Then why are you so pissed off? Eh? Admit it you're scared she'll want me. Not you." Spike moves around to be in his face again.
"Give me a break. She was with you out of pity, or self loathing." Angel shoves him away.
"Well a lot more times than you, ya big ponce. You have her once and it's like you own her or something, well love doesn't work that way." Spike shoves him back
"Love? What do you know about love?" Angel retorts.
"Well, more than you, obviously." Spike taunts.
Then Angel grabs him by his shirt. "You are not going to Italy!" His nostrils are flaring and it looks like he is going to punch Spike.
"Try to stop me. I dare you. You don't have the balls." Spike, although shorter still faces him squarely, ready to retaliate when the blow comes.
Angel looks at him, and then instead of punching him he kisses him roughly, shoving Spike against the wall.
Spike is a little surprised at Angel's urgency, and shoves him back breathlessly. "This is your way of stopping me?"
"It's working isn't it?" Angel counters.
"Yeah, it is." Spike admits and grabs Angel and kisses him back just as fiercely.
Angel slips his tongue into Spike's mouth, which opens under the onslaught. Spike moans a little and reaches down to grab Angel's buttocks and pull him closer into him.
"You thinking about Buffy now Spike?" Angel breathes, when he pulls away for a moment.
"Nope, you?" Spike says.
"No." Angel admits, and then gets a wicked grin on his face. He pushes Spike back against the wall again, grinding his hips into Spike's hips.
"Thought you didn't want me around." Spike murmurs huskily. "Your body tells me different."
"Well, you are annoying. I just really need to fuck you too." Angel whispers back.
"Well, as always, you have to get your way." Spike rolls his eyes, and then rolls his hips some more.
Angel captures his mouth again with a strangled "Will you just shut up!"
Spike lets his hands roam, and caresses the hard bulge in Angel's pants. This causes Angel to moan a little and he nuzzles at Spike's neck, licking and sucking at the skin there. "It's been a long time, Spike." Angel sighs as he presses into Spike's hand.
Spike chuckles at that and squeezes at him, enjoying the gasp Angel makes in response. "Like riding a bike, never quite forget it." Spike unzips Angels pants and slips his hand inside to stroke Angel's hot hard cock.
Angel moves his hips in time with Spike's strokes, the blond vamp knows just the right amount of pressure to apply, damn him. To reciprocate, Angel reaches down and starts to do the same to Spike.
he rubs his hands against the bulge in Spike's jeans and then unbuttons them, freeing Spike's erection.
"Like riding a bike." Angel echoes, and then without a word he kneels down and takes Spike's shaft into his mouth.
Spike gasps with shock and pleasure. Angel never used to do this. Or at least Angelus. But it feels bloody wonderful and Spike lets his head fall back against the wall, enjoying the way Angel is caressing and sucking at him. Spike cradles Angel's head and digs his fingers into his hair. He lets out an involuntary moan at each movement, each sensation. The pleasure builds and he can't help but pant and cry out. The way Angel is using his tongue is evil, it's driving Spike crazy. Just when he thinks he's ready to explode Angel stops what he's doing and pulls away. "Wait, hang on."Spike cries in frustration.
"Didn't I tell you to shut up? Always the impatient one." Angel grumbles. Then starts divesting himself of his clothing. Spike follows suit and soon they are facing each other, completely naked. There is a moment of awkwardness as they stand, looking at each other. Both of them clearly aroused and ready for more action.
Angel breaks the silence. "So, are you staying?"
Spike moves closer. "That depends on you, you're the boss."
"Oh, so now I'm the boss? How come I wasn't two minutes ago?" Angel protests, this time Spike lunges in and starts kissing him.
"Why don't YOU shut up." He breathes in between pants.
Angel clutches at Spike's taut body as they passionately kiss, digging his nails into Spike's back and buttocks.
Spike leans down and begins to kiss Angel's chest, and he moves to suckle at one of Angel's nipples, teasing it with his tongue and teeth. Angel emits a sigh of pleasure and leans into it, enjoying the shivers of sensation rippling through his body.
But it's not enough, Angel needs more.
He shoves Spike to face the wall. Spike knows what's coming, it was always Angelus' way to be the one to take pleasure first. But he doesn't mind. In fact he's craving it, craving the feel of Angel inside of him. Spike places his hands against the wall and braces himself.
Angel doesn't just go to it though, he kneels behind Spike and begins to kiss his buttocks.
Spike is again surprised, it's something new. Angel uses his tongue to lick and probe at him. Spike jerks his hips in shocked pleasure at the sensation of Angel's cool wet tongue caressing him there.
After a while, though, Spike can't bear it, he needs more too. "Angel...." He moans, with a pleading tone.
Angel finally stands up, he strokes himself and is pleased at how hard he still is. Then he grabs at Spike's hips and gently begins to thrust into him. Spike looks back at him, again wondering at the tenderness that he never knew at Angelus' hands.
Angel gasps at the feel of Spike's body enveloping his cock. He wants to thrust in all the way, hurt him, make him scream with pleasure, but he represses the urge and instead pushes in and out slowly, each time going deeper and deeper.
Spike arches his back, amazed at how good it feels, feeling Angel's cock thrust into him, and he relaxes into it, wanting Angel to go faster and harder. He grabs his own cock in his hand and massages it, feeling it harden and swell in his hand.
"I've missed this." Angel gasps, letting the sheer pleasure of their coupling take hold of him. His movements become more forceful, quicker in pace. Spike's pants become louder and shallower. Angel is filling him up and he can feel himself spiralling to that peak.
Angel leans down and kisses Spike's sweat slicked back, enjoying the salty taste of his skin. He reaches around and caresses Spike's nipples, eliciting renewed moans and sighs of pleasure. Finally Angel can't take it any more and begins to let himself go, he starts to pound his cock into Spike's ass, and Spike cries out in a mixture of pain and pleasure. It hurts a little, but it's mostly intense pleasure and Spike responds by pressing his backside into Angel's thrusts, urging him to go as deep as he can. "Make me scream, go on. Do it!" He cries out to Angel.
Angel renews his vigor and gives Spike everything he's got, revelling in the way Spike can take it, Spike wants it. He loses himself in plunging into Spike and just when he is almost at the brink of release, Spike gives out a strangled cry, and Angel feels Spike's muscles clenching in orgasm. This tips Angel over the edge and he spasms into Spike. He let's out a hoarse cry himself, unable to contain the ecstasy of the moment.
Finally they both collapse on the floor, limbs still entwined, panting and clutching at each other, Angel spooned around the smaller Spike. After a moment, while they lie together, Angel props himself up on his elbow and gazes down at Spike.
"Promise me you won't go to Italy." Spike cracks open an eye to look at him for a moment, then settles back down, resting his head on Angel's arm. "Please." Angel adds.
Spike cracks a small smile and replies without looking at him.
"I won't. But only because you said please. Now go to sleep you big poof or I'll hide your hair gel. I'm spent, you've tired me out good and proper."
Angel finally lets himself lean back and drapes one arm over Spike's hips before he drifts off to sleep. Spike's smile never leaves his face as he too finally begins to slumber. Looks like his little ploy worked....