[Ficlette] Spike/Angel - The Courtesy of Fairytales - NC-17
AUTHOR: Jennie Exell
EMAIL: Jenexell_fic@yahoo.co.uk
DISCLAIMER: All stuff BtVS and A:ts belong to joss and co. I’m not making any money from this so don’t bother suing me.
RATING: NC-17
SPOILERS: general up to the end of both series.
DISTRIBUTION: My Site http://www.livingindreams.co.uk/whisper you want it? Take it! Just tell me where!
TIMELINE: Somewhere in A:ts season 5 if it really needs to be anywhere.
SUMMARY: A little courtesy goes a long way.
PAIRING: Spike/Angel
FEEDBACK: Please… it feeds me.
AN: this little ficlette was inspired by a totally random conversation with the almighty goddess Myst, about words not to use in smut. And words Spike uses in general. This is therefore dedicated to her and the long white waving clawed hand.
The Courtesy of Fairytales
“…and Little Red riding Hood climbed out of the wolf's gut, all covered in entrails and blood, and thanked the nice woodsman properly, before going home to work out how to get grass stains out of red wool and they all lived happily ever after once the woodsman started paying childcare… except for the wolf... he got eaten by a passing badger and wound up fertilizing someone’s herb garden.”
"The end" Spike closed the book and turned to look tenderly at his small charge. Shuffling closer on the bed, he kissed its head and gave it small pat, only to scowl a moment later. "Well would you look at that, little Angel still isn't sleepy."
"Spike..." Angel growled from where he lay on the bed, his fingers knotted in the bed sheets, either out of desperation not to touch himself (because why do that when you had someone else to do it for you,) or to reach out and touch Spike (because he was sure he could stop himself beating Spike's head into the wall if he did.) "When I asked you to do something about this, I didn't mean read it a bedtime story!!!"
Spike looked up at Angel's face and frowned. "Well you weren't exactly specific, mate."
Angel clenched his jaw and glared, his words hissed through his teeth. "I'm lying here naked and you say I need to be specific???!"
"Hey! No need for that... he's crying now... maybe he wants a hug?" Spike said, putting his hand around *Little Angel* and squeezing slightly before pulling his hand away just a quick.
"Spike!" Angel yelped in dire frustration. "I'm warning you..."
Spike ignored him and looked down at this latest of puzzles. Turning his head this way and that, he studied his charge closely before sitting back on his heals and cocking his head to one side. "Maybe he wants a kiss?"
"Yes! Yes! That’s exactly what he wants! A big fat sloppy kiss... and now would be good!" Angel practically jumped from the bed in joy at Spike's words. Only to be nearly reduced to tears as Spike shook his head.
"Nahh..."
He couldn't help it, he really couldn't. It started deep in his chest and was passed his lips before he had a chance to stop it. A growl, a growl would send any sane creature on the planet running at top speed in the opposite direction. But this growl was aimed at Spike, and Spike, was not any other creature.
"Oi! No need to growl you'll upset him! Awwww... its ok little Angel" Spike briefly patted his charge's head, giving in a sympathetic look. "Don’t let the big meanie upset you."
"I'll upset *you* in a minute." Angel groaned, each small pat just making the whole situation so much worse than it was better.
Spike sat back on his heals once again and leveled Angel with a less that impressed look. "Now that was lame... even by your desperately-want-to- beg-but-too-bloody-proud-standards."
Angel paused. Spike continued to make baby faces at *Little Angel*. Angel shut his eyes and counted to ten. Spike patted him again and he lost count. Angel began picturing some of the clients he'd earlier with their clothes off. Spike took a tissue from the nightstand and mimicked wiping *little Angel*s tears all the while making little cooing noises as if shushing an upset child. Angel started picturing all the ways he was going to hurt Spike when this was over. Spike warned him not to dehydrate. Angel paused.
"... Please?"
Spike was on him before he could blink, a long cool talented tongue running up the underside of his cock. Angel threw back his head with a groan of pure delight and didn't stop groaning until Spike stopped, only briefly, to lift his head and smirk.
"See little Angel... Daddy's just learnt a valuable lesson in saying please and..." Spike dropped back onto Angel's cock and swallowed rapidly in short succession.
Angel arched clean off the bed, his back bowed as he came. "THANK YOOOOOOOU!"
~*~FIN~*~