Something Unexpected: a Spike/Angel ficlet.
Title: Something Unexpected.
Author: fenderlove
Rating: NC-17 for oral sex and spanking.
Summary: Angel and Spike try to find a little pleasure after getting back from Italy, but it doesn't go as planned. We learn the terrible truth about Spike. XD
Angel loved his chair. Really loved it, in fact. He loved the way the leather felt under his fingertips as he gripped the armrests. He loved the way the headrest conformed to his neck when he leaned into it. However, not even his comfy chair could stop the sigh that escaped his lips. It should have been a contented sigh of pleasure, but instead it came off as weary and semi-annoyed. The white-blonde head bobbing up and down over his lap slowed a bit. Spike's blue eyes looked up, wide and questioning. Angel just rubbed the back of Spike's head in reassurance. The older vampire just didn't have the heart to tell him the simple truth of the matter- Spike wasn't any good at oral sex... on men, at any rate.
Taking the stroking of his hair to be a sign of encouragement, Spike's eyes flicked closed once more, and his pace quickened after a few seconds. Angel held back another discontented sigh. Perhaps Spike's problem was that he had never had much practice at pleasuring men. In the old days, Angelus had the ladies for such things, and William was just a once-in-a-while itch... And what a terrific little "itch" he was... except for the lack of cock-sucking skills. At least he was eager. After getting back from the abysmal trip to Italy, Angel had been sure that this was what he needed to forget about the Immortal, demon mafioso, and certain petite Slayers. Unfortunately, having an inexperienced blonde in front of him was not helping the situation.
Spike's hand crept onto Angel's abdomen, gripping and kneading at his shirt like a cat. Angel regretted agreeing to this. When Spike had suggested that they have sex to relieve some of their mutual stress, this was not what Angel had in mind. He thought he would be bending Spike over the couch rather than being on the receiving end of a sloppy blow-job.
"You're brooding," Spike said, wiping his mouth on his wrist.
"What?" Angel was drawn out of his own thoughts when Spike stilled. He was leaning back on his haunches, looking terribly uncomfortable.
Spike wouldn't meet his gaze. He stood up and started to put on his jacket, "I'm trying to get you off, and you're brooding, you bastard!"
"I wasn't brooding! I was... thinking," Angel appeared chagrinned. He hadn't meant to hurt Spike's feelings.
The blonde made a sort of unamused snort through his nose as he turned to the door. Angel grabbed Spike's bicep to prevent him from moving away. He pressed his body to Spike's, trapping him against the desk.
Angel put on his best seductive voice as he whispered, "I was thinking that... maybe I should be the one getting you off." He wanted to make it up to the younger vampire. Spike rolled his eyes but did not move away.
Sinking down to his knees, Angel unbuckled Spike's belt. He was somewhat nervous as, like Spike, he did not have a lot of experience performing oral copulation on other males. Once he opened Spike's jeans, Angel hesitantly began to lick the tip of his shaft. It took a few minutes of false starts before Angel was finally deep-throating him.
Spike gripped the edge of the desk, watching Angel's half-hearted attempts. In spite of himself, he started to laugh. Angel's head whipped up, a hurt look on his face.
"What's so funny?" Angel growled, standing up to his full-height.
Spike was holding his side, laughing like a peroxided hyena, "You suck!"
Feeling beyond frustrated, Angel gripped Spike's wrist hard and threw the boy over his lap as he sat in his chair. Spike's duster flipped over his head before he could reconcile what was happening. His backside felt three hard smacks of Angel's hand before he could react.
"Stop! I was just bloody kidding!" Spike yelped as his arse was thoroughly tanned. Angel was in no mood to hear any excuses now. However, flailing and yelping quickly turned into writhing and needy little gasps.
Angel halted the smacks, giving Spike's inner thigh a sharp pinch. "Would you quit humping my leg? This wasn't supposed to be the enjoyable part."
Spike laughed softly, "Can't help it. Between you and Dru, I'm wired for pain."
Shaking his head, Angel found himself feeling better, less broody at least. "Let's make a deal," he smirked, "I keep spanking you, and you promise to never try to blow me ever again."
"Deal."
Author: fenderlove
Rating: NC-17 for oral sex and spanking.
Summary: Angel and Spike try to find a little pleasure after getting back from Italy, but it doesn't go as planned. We learn the terrible truth about Spike. XD
Angel loved his chair. Really loved it, in fact. He loved the way the leather felt under his fingertips as he gripped the armrests. He loved the way the headrest conformed to his neck when he leaned into it. However, not even his comfy chair could stop the sigh that escaped his lips. It should have been a contented sigh of pleasure, but instead it came off as weary and semi-annoyed. The white-blonde head bobbing up and down over his lap slowed a bit. Spike's blue eyes looked up, wide and questioning. Angel just rubbed the back of Spike's head in reassurance. The older vampire just didn't have the heart to tell him the simple truth of the matter- Spike wasn't any good at oral sex... on men, at any rate.
Taking the stroking of his hair to be a sign of encouragement, Spike's eyes flicked closed once more, and his pace quickened after a few seconds. Angel held back another discontented sigh. Perhaps Spike's problem was that he had never had much practice at pleasuring men. In the old days, Angelus had the ladies for such things, and William was just a once-in-a-while itch... And what a terrific little "itch" he was... except for the lack of cock-sucking skills. At least he was eager. After getting back from the abysmal trip to Italy, Angel had been sure that this was what he needed to forget about the Immortal, demon mafioso, and certain petite Slayers. Unfortunately, having an inexperienced blonde in front of him was not helping the situation.
Spike's hand crept onto Angel's abdomen, gripping and kneading at his shirt like a cat. Angel regretted agreeing to this. When Spike had suggested that they have sex to relieve some of their mutual stress, this was not what Angel had in mind. He thought he would be bending Spike over the couch rather than being on the receiving end of a sloppy blow-job.
"You're brooding," Spike said, wiping his mouth on his wrist.
"What?" Angel was drawn out of his own thoughts when Spike stilled. He was leaning back on his haunches, looking terribly uncomfortable.
Spike wouldn't meet his gaze. He stood up and started to put on his jacket, "I'm trying to get you off, and you're brooding, you bastard!"
"I wasn't brooding! I was... thinking," Angel appeared chagrinned. He hadn't meant to hurt Spike's feelings.
The blonde made a sort of unamused snort through his nose as he turned to the door. Angel grabbed Spike's bicep to prevent him from moving away. He pressed his body to Spike's, trapping him against the desk.
Angel put on his best seductive voice as he whispered, "I was thinking that... maybe I should be the one getting you off." He wanted to make it up to the younger vampire. Spike rolled his eyes but did not move away.
Sinking down to his knees, Angel unbuckled Spike's belt. He was somewhat nervous as, like Spike, he did not have a lot of experience performing oral copulation on other males. Once he opened Spike's jeans, Angel hesitantly began to lick the tip of his shaft. It took a few minutes of false starts before Angel was finally deep-throating him.
Spike gripped the edge of the desk, watching Angel's half-hearted attempts. In spite of himself, he started to laugh. Angel's head whipped up, a hurt look on his face.
"What's so funny?" Angel growled, standing up to his full-height.
Spike was holding his side, laughing like a peroxided hyena, "You suck!"
Feeling beyond frustrated, Angel gripped Spike's wrist hard and threw the boy over his lap as he sat in his chair. Spike's duster flipped over his head before he could reconcile what was happening. His backside felt three hard smacks of Angel's hand before he could react.
"Stop! I was just bloody kidding!" Spike yelped as his arse was thoroughly tanned. Angel was in no mood to hear any excuses now. However, flailing and yelping quickly turned into writhing and needy little gasps.
Angel halted the smacks, giving Spike's inner thigh a sharp pinch. "Would you quit humping my leg? This wasn't supposed to be the enjoyable part."
Spike laughed softly, "Can't help it. Between you and Dru, I'm wired for pain."
Shaking his head, Angel found himself feeling better, less broody at least. "Let's make a deal," he smirked, "I keep spanking you, and you promise to never try to blow me ever again."
"Deal."