Puppies do bite (Training Day Part 2)
Title: Training Day (2/2)
Pairing: Spangel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I’m just trying to give Joss’s creations a break from the usual angst and apocalypses.
Summary: Puppy Angel is a little messed up in the head now after being the playtoy of Vamp Willow and Xander. After dusting both of the former Scoobies, Spike tries to take advantage of the situation with Puppy. Someone shows up to…help?
A week later…
“Yo! Lorrie, you got mail!”
At her secretary’s words, Lorrie put down the Grimm’s fairytales book she was reading with an exasperated sigh. Must be one of her dumb Godchildren writing to ask for help again.
She yanked the package from her secretary with annoyance. Just couldn’t do good deeds these days without getting bombarded by requests for more help. What? Did she look like she could pull miracles out of her ass?
Ripping up the wrapping, she stared in bewilderment at a videotape and a letter. The letter simply read: A token of our appreciation.
A slow smile spread across her face. She knew immediately who had sent the package. Well, well, looks like you can teach an old puppy new tricks.
************
A week earlier…
“So…Sire, you like the way your childe is pleasuring you?” Angel demanded in between grunts.
A chained up Spike whimpered. He really wasn’t sure whether his Sire was still souled or not. Either way, his ass wasn’t complaining, not with the pounding Angel was giving it.
He had finally gotten the git to call him Sire though now that he had, Angel wouldn’t stop. In fact, the poof insisted on following his example of how a ‘good childe’ should act. A particularly hard thrust against his prostate broke his train of thought. As he moaned, he wondered why he had been against Angel’s idea in the first place.
His moan turned into a yelp as the whip lashed across his chest.
“Tsk tsk, Sire. Stop brooding like a pansy. If you insist on flagellating yourself, at least, let me hold the whip.”
Did he mention that Peaches also decided on adopting his vocabulary and obnoxious attitude? Spike snorted inwardly. Angel was no where even near him in terms of obnoxiousness.
“It’s not polite to ignore your childe when he’s trying to help you atone, Sire,” Angel stated with another painful lash.
Spike gulped. He remembered saying that exact line while whipping Puppy Angel a few days ago. It looked like Angel was dead set on revisiting some fond moments of their relationship.
“Like that, Puppy? How about this?” Angel pinched Spike’s nipples viciously after placing the whip aside.
Spike jerked, pleasure and agony blending together in a confusing mixture. A brutal mouth forced his lips open, tongue shoving inside and fucking his mouth. Hips resumed their hard and deep pistoning, trying to screw their way through his ass with every urgent thrust. Spike mewled. He didn’t recall himself being that forceful when he was in Angel’s position. Then again, he could be biased.
The plundering mouth moved away from his, trailing down to where shoulder met neck. Spike swallowed as he felt a cool tongue lick gently over the age old siring mark left on him. The combination of tenderness and brutality was making his head spin. If Angel kept that up, he’d be coming in no time.
A steel grip around the base of his hard erection put thoughts of that out of his head.
“Angeeel!” he cried, head thrashing back and forth on the bed.
“Childe,” Angel corrected with a smirk.
“I’ll call you whatever you bloody want. Just let me come, pleeease!” Spike begged.
“I don’t recall the begging coming so soon,” Angel whispered, pressing teasing bites to Spike’s neck as he slowed the punishing thrusts down to a languid sliding in and out, and released his grasp on Spike’s cock.
“Yeah, well, you’re better at the whole torture thing…” Spike admitted ruefully.
Angel laughed, a rumbling sound echoing along Spike’s flesh where their bodies were pressed together. Spike’s cock twitched happily.
“So, you finding the Sire job hard?” Angel asked, lifting his head to watch Spike’s expression.
“Oh yeah…it was *very* hard…shagging your tight virginal hole…” Spike leered.
Angel crushed his mouth to Spike’s, shutting up his annoying childe. Tongue licking the walls of Spike’s mouth, he began gradually speeding up his movements inside the blonde.
His thoughts traveled back to when he was in Spike’s position. Though he’d never admit it, his childe had been a surprisingly good dom, Angel thought. He had rather enjoyed Spike’s attentions - that being the reason he hadn’t instantly dusted Spike after being fixed by Lorrie’s spell. It was nice to be taken care of and relieved of control during all those weeks under his childe’s ownership. He had felt…free…for the first time in a long while.
Deep in his heart, he had always known that Spike felt something for him, unlike Willow and Xander, and that was what ultimately made him enjoy playing sub for the blonde. Not that he totally surrendered himself because he was incapable of doing that. As Spike so often pointed out, he was a control freak and he got a perverse joy out of frustrating Spike’s attempts to make him call the blonde ‘Sire.’
So what if he was doing that very same thing right now? He was allowed to change his mind, especially when he could use it to his advantage. Like driving Spike insane with lust. It hadn’t escaped his notice that every time he called his childe ‘Sire,’ the blue eyes would darken oh so prettily and the lithe body would writhe wantonly….unghhh…just like that.
“So…Sire, what exactly are you willing to do to come?” he murmured huskily.
Spike groaned, arching his hips up to meet Angel’s thrusts. “Anything,” he gasped.
Angel hammered him into the bed for a minute before slowing down again, to Spike’s frustration.
“Anything, huh?” he said with a grin. “Mind being a bit more specific?”
Bugger, Spike thought. It wasn’t fair for Angel to use his words against him.
Angel continued, “Like…what would you do for this?”
He stripped Spike’s cock viciously, driving the blonde to within a hairsbreadth away from the edge. Yanking his hand away abruptly, he ignored Spike’s loud stream of curses. Instead, he stared at his childe expectantly.
Spike struggled to calm himself. He was chained up and under the mercy of his Sire so he’d better play along if he wanted to come at all.
“I’d suck your brains out of your dick, that a fair enough of trade?” he arched one eyebrow in question.
Angel pretended to think for a moment though Spike could tell that his twitching cock was really enthusiastic about the idea.
“Ok, sounds about fair,” Angel replied after a beat, as if they were haggling over the price of fish or something.
Quicker than he could blink, Spike’s ass was empty and his face was up close and personal with a huge erection. He couldn’t help licking his lips. It looked so tasty and delicious as it nudged against his dry lips, moistening them.
Spike opened his mouth obediently, stretching his jaw to accommodate his Sire’s huge girth. His own shaft jerked in remembrance of being swallowed by Puppy Angel. He wondered if Angel would drag this out as long as he had done with the older vampire. Knowing his Sire, he wouldn’t be surprised if Angel managed to drag it out even longer, just to show him who was better at this game. The thought of hours and hours of pleasurable torture made him moan, tearing an echoing sound from the vampire above him.
Strong fingers kneaded his head when Angel’s dick finally hit the back of his throat. Slowly, Angel began to pump his hips. Spike swirled his agile tongue around the parts he could reach and when Angel pulled all the way out, he flicked the head with his tongue, mouth watering at the taste of precum. It was a flavor he had long missed.
Spike’s length continued to dribble with his own excitement as Angel thrust in and out, riding his face with rapidly increasing speed. He could tell that his Sire was getting close but then suddenly, the older vampire pulled out, leaving only a string of saliva connecting his mouth to Angel’s cock.
Angel panted loud, harsh breaths as he struggled to control his own libido. Didn’t want the game ending too quickly. He sat back on his haunches, watching the debauched face of Spike with a smirk. Those sinful lips were pouting at being denied their treat.
A wicked gleam flashed through his eyes as he bent his head down towards Spike’s groin, knowing smugly that blue eyes followed his every move. Instead of placing his mouth on the blonde’s insistent erection, he traced the edge of Spike’s bellybutton with his tongue, causing the muscles there to spasm with want and his childe to whimper in need. Dipping inside, he began tongue-fucking Spike’s navel, movements a precursor of what he wanted to do to the younger vampire with his cock.
Spike pressed himself up against his Sire’s maddening teasing like a bitch in heat. He moaned desperately, body quivering as he tried to get closer. His ignored cock wept copious amounts of pearly tears, screaming for long denied attention. He didn’t think he could take much more.
“Please…Sire!” he gasped.
Angel pulled back. “Childe,” he corrected again. “So…have you decided what you’re willing to do for that?”
Spike swallowed, trying to draw some blood up to his brain to think. “Uh…”
Angel climbed off Spike’s body, making as if to leave the room. “Well,” he stated cheerfully. “Let me know when you’ve come up with something.”
“Sire, er, childe!” Spike yelled frantically after him.
“Yes, Sire?” Angel turned back with an innocent look on his face.
Spike thought hard. He had already offered to blow Angel, what more could he do?
“Fuck me, please!” he hollered, hoping that it was enough to appease the older vampire.
Angel grinned, padding back towards the bed. He settled in between Spike’s legs, heavy erection straining towards the twitching little hole.
The smell of Sire blood filled the air as Angel ripped open his wrist to use his own blood to coat his shaft. Two bloody fingers shoved their way inside of Spike as well to re-lube the passage.
The fingers inside of Spike stretched him out carefully, jabbing teasingly at his sweet spot. He pushed back but they danced away again. Turning a pleading gaze at his Sire, he was surprised to see the hungry expression on Angel’s face. Angel resembled Angelus, eyes darkened with a hint of golden gleam, a ferocious predator ready devour his prey whole. Spike shivered, his own eyes flashing golden in want.
He felt the fingers drawn out of his body and a much larger object demanding entrance instead. Big hands grabbed hold of his hips as his Sire guided cock to hole, pushing inside steadily. The momentary pressure and pain faded almost immediately to the incredible sensation of being filled to his limits. How many lonely nights did he dream of this?
Angel moaned at the tight bands of steel wrapped around him. How could he have gone without this for a century? He was damn well going to make up for lost time. The boy wasn’t leaving this bed for a week.
As his Sire’s dick continued to gradually press inside of him, Spike wriggled, trying to hurry it up. He couldn’t wait for Angel to be completely sheathed in him. Trying to spread his legs wider, he whined as the chains prevented him from doing so.
Angel chuckled. Look at that little slut - always so impatient. Always wanted to be stuffed full of cock. He scoffed at remembering the boy trying to dominate him. Not that Spike hadn’t been good at it but it was obvious that the blonde preferred being in this position: chained down, legs spread wide, body arched wantonly, mouth opened in pleasure - such a perfect little slave ready for his master to fuck him senseless.
He grunted, shoving his hard cock in the rest of the way. His boy was so tight. He couldn’t imagine ever leaving this fine ass. The thought of fucking and owning his pretty little boy for the rest of eternity made him shudder.
Spike mewled as strong hands held his hips completely still. He needed to move, to escape the all consuming pleasure, to offer more of himself to the magnificent god before him - he didn’t know what he wanted. All he knew was he had to get Angel to move.
After a few beats, Angel began to pull back and thrust in again hard. His bruising grip forced Spike to submit entirely to his demands, to remain helpless as he hammered inside, battering his childe’s prostrate.
Spike cried out in pleasure, hands yanking hard at chains as he struggled to find an outlet for the sensations flooding through his body.
The clinking of the chains and Spike’s screams drove Angel wild with lust. He slammed into Spike as hard as he could, the headboard crashing into the wall loudly with the force of his thrusts. Needing more, he raked the fingernails of one hand down the younger vampire’s chest, all the while fucking the boy through the mattress.
Spike hissed as pain arched through him, blinding pleasure following a second later. His erection was purple in need at the prolonged torture. Unable to prevent himself from vamping out, he watched as Angel followed suit and bent down to lap at his blood.
Angel murmured at the sweet taste of his boy’s blood. God, he wanted to keep Spike like this forever but he could sense the younger vampire’s control slipping. He changed the angle of his thrusts so he could continue pummeling Spike’s ass without hitting his childe’s prostate.
Spike howled at his Sire’s movements. Damn that sadistic git! His cock was going to explode in pain if Angel didn’t make him come soon.
Angel smirked, lips red with Spike’s blood as he lifted his head to regard the younger vampire. Oh yeah, he was the master of the game. He could see the frustrated, angry look on Spike’s face and his erection jerked excitedly inside of its tight sheath.
Suddenly, he dove forward, cock ramming into Spike’s channel with the force of a freight train. His fangs pressed into Spike’s neck, putting pressure on the sensitive bite mark left there a long time ago but not breaking the skin.
Spike’s body contorted with ecstasy and he could feel himself teetering on the edge.
“For this, what would you give?” Angel demanded, licking Spike’s neck in anticipation of the feast to come.
Spike offered the only thing he had left to give. “I love you, Sire,” he whispered.
Angel’s fangs plunged into his flesh quicker than he could blink and with a strangled scream, he erupted explosively, painting Angel’s stomach white with his come. His body bucked and twisted, the pleasure too much as it struggled to escape him. The chains creaked where they were fastened to the bed.
Slurping thirstily at Spike’s neck, Angel held off a bit longer to enjoy the twin sensations of fucking and draining his boy before coming himself. He could scarcely believe what Spike had just said. His soul fluttered in his body as blinding happiness surged through him from head to toe.
As he came down from his climactic high, Spike frowned at the prolonged jerks and spasms rocking through his Sire’s huge frame. Felt like the git hadn’t had a decent orgasm in weeks though he distinctly remembered making Angel come long and hard often.
Finally, all was still on the bed. Spike waited cautiously, vamp face melting back to human. He sincerely hoped that his Sire wouldn’t laugh in his face after the older vampire regained consciousness. For all these years, he had ached to say those words to Angel but had not had the courage.
Suddenly, a bruising kiss claimed his mouth. Fangs tore into his lips, drowning their mouths in a mixture of saliva and blood. Spike moaned happily. Seemed like his Sire wasn’t rejecting him after all.
Pulling away just as abruptly, Angel’s face shifted back to his human visage. “Boy!” he stated with a smirk. “I have so much to punish you for…”
Spike was confused. He could feel something niggling at his senses. Could it be?
Angel smiled beatifically down at him.
“Yeah, baby, I’m back.”
************
Lorrie nearly shouted “Hurray!” as she watched the end of the tape. It was fucking great! Two less Godchildren to bother her now that they had settled their differences and lived happily ever after, albeit they were causing all sorts of problems by killing and maiming. But who cares? This was what a real life fairytale was all about, after all.
Pairing: Spangel
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: I’m just trying to give Joss’s creations a break from the usual angst and apocalypses.
Summary: Puppy Angel is a little messed up in the head now after being the playtoy of Vamp Willow and Xander. After dusting both of the former Scoobies, Spike tries to take advantage of the situation with Puppy. Someone shows up to…help?
A week later…
“Yo! Lorrie, you got mail!”
At her secretary’s words, Lorrie put down the Grimm’s fairytales book she was reading with an exasperated sigh. Must be one of her dumb Godchildren writing to ask for help again.
She yanked the package from her secretary with annoyance. Just couldn’t do good deeds these days without getting bombarded by requests for more help. What? Did she look like she could pull miracles out of her ass?
Ripping up the wrapping, she stared in bewilderment at a videotape and a letter. The letter simply read: A token of our appreciation.
A slow smile spread across her face. She knew immediately who had sent the package. Well, well, looks like you can teach an old puppy new tricks.
************
A week earlier…
“So…Sire, you like the way your childe is pleasuring you?” Angel demanded in between grunts.
A chained up Spike whimpered. He really wasn’t sure whether his Sire was still souled or not. Either way, his ass wasn’t complaining, not with the pounding Angel was giving it.
He had finally gotten the git to call him Sire though now that he had, Angel wouldn’t stop. In fact, the poof insisted on following his example of how a ‘good childe’ should act. A particularly hard thrust against his prostate broke his train of thought. As he moaned, he wondered why he had been against Angel’s idea in the first place.
His moan turned into a yelp as the whip lashed across his chest.
“Tsk tsk, Sire. Stop brooding like a pansy. If you insist on flagellating yourself, at least, let me hold the whip.”
Did he mention that Peaches also decided on adopting his vocabulary and obnoxious attitude? Spike snorted inwardly. Angel was no where even near him in terms of obnoxiousness.
“It’s not polite to ignore your childe when he’s trying to help you atone, Sire,” Angel stated with another painful lash.
Spike gulped. He remembered saying that exact line while whipping Puppy Angel a few days ago. It looked like Angel was dead set on revisiting some fond moments of their relationship.
“Like that, Puppy? How about this?” Angel pinched Spike’s nipples viciously after placing the whip aside.
Spike jerked, pleasure and agony blending together in a confusing mixture. A brutal mouth forced his lips open, tongue shoving inside and fucking his mouth. Hips resumed their hard and deep pistoning, trying to screw their way through his ass with every urgent thrust. Spike mewled. He didn’t recall himself being that forceful when he was in Angel’s position. Then again, he could be biased.
The plundering mouth moved away from his, trailing down to where shoulder met neck. Spike swallowed as he felt a cool tongue lick gently over the age old siring mark left on him. The combination of tenderness and brutality was making his head spin. If Angel kept that up, he’d be coming in no time.
A steel grip around the base of his hard erection put thoughts of that out of his head.
“Angeeel!” he cried, head thrashing back and forth on the bed.
“Childe,” Angel corrected with a smirk.
“I’ll call you whatever you bloody want. Just let me come, pleeease!” Spike begged.
“I don’t recall the begging coming so soon,” Angel whispered, pressing teasing bites to Spike’s neck as he slowed the punishing thrusts down to a languid sliding in and out, and released his grasp on Spike’s cock.
“Yeah, well, you’re better at the whole torture thing…” Spike admitted ruefully.
Angel laughed, a rumbling sound echoing along Spike’s flesh where their bodies were pressed together. Spike’s cock twitched happily.
“So, you finding the Sire job hard?” Angel asked, lifting his head to watch Spike’s expression.
“Oh yeah…it was *very* hard…shagging your tight virginal hole…” Spike leered.
Angel crushed his mouth to Spike’s, shutting up his annoying childe. Tongue licking the walls of Spike’s mouth, he began gradually speeding up his movements inside the blonde.
His thoughts traveled back to when he was in Spike’s position. Though he’d never admit it, his childe had been a surprisingly good dom, Angel thought. He had rather enjoyed Spike’s attentions - that being the reason he hadn’t instantly dusted Spike after being fixed by Lorrie’s spell. It was nice to be taken care of and relieved of control during all those weeks under his childe’s ownership. He had felt…free…for the first time in a long while.
Deep in his heart, he had always known that Spike felt something for him, unlike Willow and Xander, and that was what ultimately made him enjoy playing sub for the blonde. Not that he totally surrendered himself because he was incapable of doing that. As Spike so often pointed out, he was a control freak and he got a perverse joy out of frustrating Spike’s attempts to make him call the blonde ‘Sire.’
So what if he was doing that very same thing right now? He was allowed to change his mind, especially when he could use it to his advantage. Like driving Spike insane with lust. It hadn’t escaped his notice that every time he called his childe ‘Sire,’ the blue eyes would darken oh so prettily and the lithe body would writhe wantonly….unghhh…just like that.
“So…Sire, what exactly are you willing to do to come?” he murmured huskily.
Spike groaned, arching his hips up to meet Angel’s thrusts. “Anything,” he gasped.
Angel hammered him into the bed for a minute before slowing down again, to Spike’s frustration.
“Anything, huh?” he said with a grin. “Mind being a bit more specific?”
Bugger, Spike thought. It wasn’t fair for Angel to use his words against him.
Angel continued, “Like…what would you do for this?”
He stripped Spike’s cock viciously, driving the blonde to within a hairsbreadth away from the edge. Yanking his hand away abruptly, he ignored Spike’s loud stream of curses. Instead, he stared at his childe expectantly.
Spike struggled to calm himself. He was chained up and under the mercy of his Sire so he’d better play along if he wanted to come at all.
“I’d suck your brains out of your dick, that a fair enough of trade?” he arched one eyebrow in question.
Angel pretended to think for a moment though Spike could tell that his twitching cock was really enthusiastic about the idea.
“Ok, sounds about fair,” Angel replied after a beat, as if they were haggling over the price of fish or something.
Quicker than he could blink, Spike’s ass was empty and his face was up close and personal with a huge erection. He couldn’t help licking his lips. It looked so tasty and delicious as it nudged against his dry lips, moistening them.
Spike opened his mouth obediently, stretching his jaw to accommodate his Sire’s huge girth. His own shaft jerked in remembrance of being swallowed by Puppy Angel. He wondered if Angel would drag this out as long as he had done with the older vampire. Knowing his Sire, he wouldn’t be surprised if Angel managed to drag it out even longer, just to show him who was better at this game. The thought of hours and hours of pleasurable torture made him moan, tearing an echoing sound from the vampire above him.
Strong fingers kneaded his head when Angel’s dick finally hit the back of his throat. Slowly, Angel began to pump his hips. Spike swirled his agile tongue around the parts he could reach and when Angel pulled all the way out, he flicked the head with his tongue, mouth watering at the taste of precum. It was a flavor he had long missed.
Spike’s length continued to dribble with his own excitement as Angel thrust in and out, riding his face with rapidly increasing speed. He could tell that his Sire was getting close but then suddenly, the older vampire pulled out, leaving only a string of saliva connecting his mouth to Angel’s cock.
Angel panted loud, harsh breaths as he struggled to control his own libido. Didn’t want the game ending too quickly. He sat back on his haunches, watching the debauched face of Spike with a smirk. Those sinful lips were pouting at being denied their treat.
A wicked gleam flashed through his eyes as he bent his head down towards Spike’s groin, knowing smugly that blue eyes followed his every move. Instead of placing his mouth on the blonde’s insistent erection, he traced the edge of Spike’s bellybutton with his tongue, causing the muscles there to spasm with want and his childe to whimper in need. Dipping inside, he began tongue-fucking Spike’s navel, movements a precursor of what he wanted to do to the younger vampire with his cock.
Spike pressed himself up against his Sire’s maddening teasing like a bitch in heat. He moaned desperately, body quivering as he tried to get closer. His ignored cock wept copious amounts of pearly tears, screaming for long denied attention. He didn’t think he could take much more.
“Please…Sire!” he gasped.
Angel pulled back. “Childe,” he corrected again. “So…have you decided what you’re willing to do for that?”
Spike swallowed, trying to draw some blood up to his brain to think. “Uh…”
Angel climbed off Spike’s body, making as if to leave the room. “Well,” he stated cheerfully. “Let me know when you’ve come up with something.”
“Sire, er, childe!” Spike yelled frantically after him.
“Yes, Sire?” Angel turned back with an innocent look on his face.
Spike thought hard. He had already offered to blow Angel, what more could he do?
“Fuck me, please!” he hollered, hoping that it was enough to appease the older vampire.
Angel grinned, padding back towards the bed. He settled in between Spike’s legs, heavy erection straining towards the twitching little hole.
The smell of Sire blood filled the air as Angel ripped open his wrist to use his own blood to coat his shaft. Two bloody fingers shoved their way inside of Spike as well to re-lube the passage.
The fingers inside of Spike stretched him out carefully, jabbing teasingly at his sweet spot. He pushed back but they danced away again. Turning a pleading gaze at his Sire, he was surprised to see the hungry expression on Angel’s face. Angel resembled Angelus, eyes darkened with a hint of golden gleam, a ferocious predator ready devour his prey whole. Spike shivered, his own eyes flashing golden in want.
He felt the fingers drawn out of his body and a much larger object demanding entrance instead. Big hands grabbed hold of his hips as his Sire guided cock to hole, pushing inside steadily. The momentary pressure and pain faded almost immediately to the incredible sensation of being filled to his limits. How many lonely nights did he dream of this?
Angel moaned at the tight bands of steel wrapped around him. How could he have gone without this for a century? He was damn well going to make up for lost time. The boy wasn’t leaving this bed for a week.
As his Sire’s dick continued to gradually press inside of him, Spike wriggled, trying to hurry it up. He couldn’t wait for Angel to be completely sheathed in him. Trying to spread his legs wider, he whined as the chains prevented him from doing so.
Angel chuckled. Look at that little slut - always so impatient. Always wanted to be stuffed full of cock. He scoffed at remembering the boy trying to dominate him. Not that Spike hadn’t been good at it but it was obvious that the blonde preferred being in this position: chained down, legs spread wide, body arched wantonly, mouth opened in pleasure - such a perfect little slave ready for his master to fuck him senseless.
He grunted, shoving his hard cock in the rest of the way. His boy was so tight. He couldn’t imagine ever leaving this fine ass. The thought of fucking and owning his pretty little boy for the rest of eternity made him shudder.
Spike mewled as strong hands held his hips completely still. He needed to move, to escape the all consuming pleasure, to offer more of himself to the magnificent god before him - he didn’t know what he wanted. All he knew was he had to get Angel to move.
After a few beats, Angel began to pull back and thrust in again hard. His bruising grip forced Spike to submit entirely to his demands, to remain helpless as he hammered inside, battering his childe’s prostrate.
Spike cried out in pleasure, hands yanking hard at chains as he struggled to find an outlet for the sensations flooding through his body.
The clinking of the chains and Spike’s screams drove Angel wild with lust. He slammed into Spike as hard as he could, the headboard crashing into the wall loudly with the force of his thrusts. Needing more, he raked the fingernails of one hand down the younger vampire’s chest, all the while fucking the boy through the mattress.
Spike hissed as pain arched through him, blinding pleasure following a second later. His erection was purple in need at the prolonged torture. Unable to prevent himself from vamping out, he watched as Angel followed suit and bent down to lap at his blood.
Angel murmured at the sweet taste of his boy’s blood. God, he wanted to keep Spike like this forever but he could sense the younger vampire’s control slipping. He changed the angle of his thrusts so he could continue pummeling Spike’s ass without hitting his childe’s prostate.
Spike howled at his Sire’s movements. Damn that sadistic git! His cock was going to explode in pain if Angel didn’t make him come soon.
Angel smirked, lips red with Spike’s blood as he lifted his head to regard the younger vampire. Oh yeah, he was the master of the game. He could see the frustrated, angry look on Spike’s face and his erection jerked excitedly inside of its tight sheath.
Suddenly, he dove forward, cock ramming into Spike’s channel with the force of a freight train. His fangs pressed into Spike’s neck, putting pressure on the sensitive bite mark left there a long time ago but not breaking the skin.
Spike’s body contorted with ecstasy and he could feel himself teetering on the edge.
“For this, what would you give?” Angel demanded, licking Spike’s neck in anticipation of the feast to come.
Spike offered the only thing he had left to give. “I love you, Sire,” he whispered.
Angel’s fangs plunged into his flesh quicker than he could blink and with a strangled scream, he erupted explosively, painting Angel’s stomach white with his come. His body bucked and twisted, the pleasure too much as it struggled to escape him. The chains creaked where they were fastened to the bed.
Slurping thirstily at Spike’s neck, Angel held off a bit longer to enjoy the twin sensations of fucking and draining his boy before coming himself. He could scarcely believe what Spike had just said. His soul fluttered in his body as blinding happiness surged through him from head to toe.
As he came down from his climactic high, Spike frowned at the prolonged jerks and spasms rocking through his Sire’s huge frame. Felt like the git hadn’t had a decent orgasm in weeks though he distinctly remembered making Angel come long and hard often.
Finally, all was still on the bed. Spike waited cautiously, vamp face melting back to human. He sincerely hoped that his Sire wouldn’t laugh in his face after the older vampire regained consciousness. For all these years, he had ached to say those words to Angel but had not had the courage.
Suddenly, a bruising kiss claimed his mouth. Fangs tore into his lips, drowning their mouths in a mixture of saliva and blood. Spike moaned happily. Seemed like his Sire wasn’t rejecting him after all.
Pulling away just as abruptly, Angel’s face shifted back to his human visage. “Boy!” he stated with a smirk. “I have so much to punish you for…”
Spike was confused. He could feel something niggling at his senses. Could it be?
Angel smiled beatifically down at him.
“Yeah, baby, I’m back.”
************
Lorrie nearly shouted “Hurray!” as she watched the end of the tape. It was fucking great! Two less Godchildren to bother her now that they had settled their differences and lived happily ever after, albeit they were causing all sorts of problems by killing and maiming. But who cares? This was what a real life fairytale was all about, after all.