Only the pussy vamps sparkle
HAPPY END OF THE SEASON, GUYS! WE SURVIVED (barely)! HAVE SOME...Angelfic? wait, it's not even DarkAngelfic??
Title: Only the pussy vamps sparkle
Author: queenklu
Word Count: 2600+
Fandom: Angel wtf O.O
Pairing: Spike/Lindsey (you know, that guy who is Chris Kane?) mentions of Angel/Spike
Rating: NC17 srsly. it don't get more NC17
A/N SO, today i was going to work on the SPNCIS fic! really i was! And then in the process of opening it I found a doc called "Spindsey" i had TOTALLY FORGOTTEN ABOUT half-writing. So....i finished that instead. *facepalm* It's not even beta'd. CAN THEY KICK ME OUT OF THE FANDOM FOR THIS???
Spike’s hips bucked hard as he came, wrists pressed hard into Lindsey’s back as his fists clenched and unclenched to keep from sinking his nails deep into the flawless skin. He could break the human if he wasn’t careful. Spunk slicked their chests as the lawyer continued writhing, pumping hard into Spike’s tight, spasming channel one, two-
“Oh god…”
-three times. And maybe, just maybe, when those orgasm fogged baby blues looked into Spike’s, his game face might have, uh, slipped out. Just a little.
Lindsey froze, eyes wide, breath caught in that delectable throat that Spike-chipified as he was-couldn’t munch on. He kept his hands splayed on the lawyer’s sweat-glistening back and enjoyed the warmth and skin and fullness while he could, ‘cause it looked like this party was about to get crashed in a Run Run It’s Demon Spawn kind of way. Flattened nicely between two sets of beautifully defined abs, his cock gave an unhappy twinge. The boy was gonna bolt and leave them all alone and sticky.
That was gonna happen eventually, he reminded Jr., just as unhappy but not willing to admit that he liked the warm body on top of him more than he probably should. Especially after only one mind-blowing shag. Best to test drive him a bit more.
Lindsey leaned forward until his forehead hit Spike’s collarbone, and started shaking.
With laughter.
“Hey!” Spike jerked himself up on his elbows, more than mildly affronted. “Right. Y’know, the whole vamp thing is s’posed to turn you cowardly lion, not…giggling…alright, didn’t think this metaphor through. ‘M not exactly top of my mental game after a shag, now- What is your bloody problem?” Lindsey couldn’t stop laughing, so Spike flicked him in the head and ordered, “Cower, mortal!”
“God, I-can not get away from him!” The lawyer’s laugh was more breathy now, rough and disbelieving. “One quick fuck to get Angel out of my head and-”
“Wot.”
“-I go and pick a fucking vampire!”
Spike still had enough rational thought left in his mind after this little admission to figure out the physics of ending up on top of the human with his dick still in Spike’s ass, hands pinned to the bed, snarling down into his face before Lindsey saw it coming. He gaped like a drowning goldfish. But still not fucking scared.
“You know Angel?”
Lindsey started laughing again. In other circumstances Spike would have enjoyed the sound of what probably very rarely happened. But. Not. Now. Not. When. This. Guy. Still. Had. His. Cock. Up. Spike’s. Ass. And. Spike. Jr. Had. Every. Intention. Of. Having. Another. Go.
He reiterated the fact that lawyer boy was pinned and switched to gameface, making sure the chip realized it was all for show. His senses were sharper in vamp, though, and before he was forced to repeat the question around his fangs, his nose picked up on something he must have missed before-tar, concrete dust, leather, glitter. “Los Angeles,” he drawled, rocking back as the gameface vanished. “Damn. Haven’t got a whiff like that since Dru dropped by.”
“Dru?” Lindsey repeated, blinking like a cow. “As in Drusilla?”
Spike froze. “How the fuck do you know Dru?” This really couldn’t be happening.
“Then you know Darla.”
One perfect moment of dead silence.
“FUCK!”
Lindsey made the mistake of trying to wiggle free and Spike’s thighs clamped down around his hips, holding him in place while the rest of his body got time to catch up with his brain. In all the confusion, the vamp gave the little lawyer a squeeze that sent spunk spilling out of his hole and onto the lawyer’s balls. Spike watched him curse and grinned, because Lindsey Jr. was definitely willing to play ball.
No, focus. What had he said in the bar? Sum’n sum’n lonely sum’n my place? Sum’n girl/guy problems sum’n sum’n else.
“What’d ol’ Angel buns do this time?” he drawled around his crooked leer. “Forget your birthday?”
“Fuck you.” Lindsey wasn’t laughing now, trying in vain to unlock Spike’s thighs of steel. In fact, Spike thought he wouldn’t be far off calling that look a scowl.
“Bloody hell. He must’ve had a hard time keeping his paws offa you.” Spike reached behind him and slapped Lindsey’s ass, only to find the lawyer kneading his own. The vamp rolled once in surprise and, well, lust, then settled. He wasn’t born yesterday. Lindsey just wanted oot. Didn’t wanna join teams with his own cock. Yet.
Lindsey’s right hand slid into Spike’s crevice and pinched his come-damp hole with one nail. The vamp twitched and gasped, then grabbed the brat’s hands and pinned them back where they belonged, above his head. “Sorry,” Lindsey purred, wiggling his fingers. “Evil hand.”
Not to be distracted by-whatever the fuck-Spike rolled his hips and growled, pleased to find lawyer jr. still eager to respond. He grinned, imagining the look on Angel-cake’s face when he got a whiff of this delicacy all be-spoiled by Spike. Lindsey, with those jaded baby-blues, that stubborn fucking jaw, whiskey-hoarse voice without the whiskey. And blood like vamp catnip. Spike hadn’t been the only one to notice; he’d barely got him out of the bar in time to save the human from, at the very least, a gang bang or a feeding frenzy.
“Poor Angel,” Spike chuckled.
“Fuck Angel,” he spat, trying to break free.
“Been there.” The dead man’s smirk could not have been any bigger, even though his eyes found more interesting places to be than meeting the gaze of some happy meal. “Tapped that.”
Lindsey’s eyes went so wide Spike was afraid they might pop out. Something else threatened to pop out as well. Spike shifted his hips and pressed down, and Lindsey’s mouth slid open in a gasp.
“I know what Angel likes, love. And there are only two types.” He casually leaned forward until he was belly to belly with the lawyer, enjoying the feeling of his lungs expanding and deflating. He nibbled on Lindsey’s chin, grinning up at the glare he got in return. Resentment. Interest. Deadly combo. “If he’s in the mood for the land of milk and honey, all it takes is a feisty blond who can hold her own in a fight and the deal’s done. But if its...steak night on the ranch…” Spike trailed his nails down Lindsey’s ribs, just to feel his breathing hitch. “Well, then, it’s baby blues. Likes us pretty.” He stuck his nose in the air, then let a slow mysterious smirk play across his lips. “And strong. Could break us if we aren’t strong. And where’s the fun in that?”
“No,” Lindsey grunted, trying to wriggle free and just succeeding in wriggling. “He never-”
“I bet Angel had you gagging for him day one.” Spike sat up. So did his eyebrow. “Don’t even know what it was at first. A look. Movement. By day two he could get you hard just from the sound of his voice. Day three you were ready to go every second of every hour, drop of the bleeding hat. Anything set you off. Wanked so much y’ went raw. Could hardly walk straight ‘cause, what if he showed? What if he just looked at you an’ you came, right there, shudder bucking into your pants there in front of everyone? Wouldn’t matter who was there-not even your poor sweet grandma would keep you from throwing yourself at his feet, tugging out that cock, and sucking till he couldn’t think to kill you. But he never does.”
Spike’s hips rolled again on their own accord, remembering what it was like to be stuffed so full of Angel there wasn’t room in him for anything else, feeling thinking anything else. “He never shows. And its weeks and weeks goes by and you think you might forget, might be a fluke, and then, just as you’re getting comfy again, he’s there. And he doesn’t even fuck you. Doesn’t even let you suck him off. Just violent, shove-push, slam damn thank you ma’am and he’s gone again, but it’s kinda hard to care because soon as he’s gone y’ got your pants round your ankles and takes seconds of tugging til you scream. Don’t matter where you are.” His teeth flashed in a sharp grin. “Where’d he find you, eh?”
“Parking lot,” Lindsey croaked. His breathing had gone ragged somewhere around Angel’s name. “He nearly strangled me.”
“Our little Angel? Sounds like you bring out the Angelus,” he chuckled, rocking lightly. “I was smack dab in the middle of a grand ball, scoping out a duchess for the kill. Barely got behind the curtains before m’ willy hit m’ hand. God. Never came so hard.”
“Had to drive home with come all over the steering wheel.” Pant, pant. Spike decided he liked the lawyer gasping. If he had to mention Angel to make it happen, that was a sacrifice he was willing to make.
“And then, then he leaves you again. But now you’re addicted. Can’t sit, can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t see anyone else without seeing Angel. Feeling Angel. And now you’re afraid. Afraid to come. Because what if he shows and you’re not ready? See, with Angel, ‘s not just about fucking your body. Got to fuck your mind too. Gotta leave you shattered for weeks. Gotta leave you ruined for everyone else.”
Spike was grinding his hips to keep himself grounded. Because if he actually started reliving his Angel experience he might just go back to being ruined.
“Course,” he added, piercing blue eyes locking with their mirror image, one quiet and calculating, one equal parts aroused, searching, and scared, “Now that he’s trying to kick Angelus to the curb, you being forbidden fruit will’ve got his rocks off in the tortured soul department as well. Sounds like he managed to resist.” He started to run his thumb along Lindsey’s cheekbone only to find it caught and held.
“Yeah, well, got one over of the bastard. I left him.”
“You never leave Angel, love,” Spike laughed without a trace of amusement, pinning one of the lawyer’s hands again with slow, calculating movements so he’d understand what he was expected to do with the other one. “He’ll haunt you. Well,” he reconsidered with an almost unfeeling tilt of his head, “hasn’t broken you, yet. Maybe he won’t. Haven’t been fucked by the guy for a handful of decades-might’ve changed.”
“He cut off my hand,” Lindsey snarled.
Spike laughed, for real this time, looking at the lawyer’s fingers as they wrapped around his cock, took hold, skimmed over the top and slid down. “Or not.” Spike jr. purred.
The lawyer’s head tilted to one side, staring up at Spike far to perceptively for his own good, whiskey-rough voice curious. “What did he do to you?”
Spike growled and bucked in earnest this time, driving Lindsey’s cock deep inside so he wouldn’t-he couldn’t think to kill you. Then, because those to blue eyes would not look away, he ground out, “Nothing a human could live through,” and silenced Lindsey with his mouth, not so much a kiss as a hot, licking bite across his lips. Except when Lindsey gave his cock a rough twist Spike had to gasp, and that cost him.
“What, like this?” he asked, pressing Spike’s mouth wide enough to speak without breaking contact, that fucking voice of his rippling over Spike’s skin as another rough pull make his entire body contract. And the rub of it all was…bastard had it almost right, almost, and enough to drive his Angel starved body wild.
“No…where near close, kid,” Spike panted, knew he was bloody well fucked when Lindsey’s eyes sparked and he sat up, trying to get away and Lindsey followed, muscles fluttering across his stomach as he cased Spike’s mouth and settled on his collarbone, sucking a bruise as his next thrust threatened to shake the vamp apart. “Fuck.”
“Got that right,” Lindsey growled around the bites he was trailing over Spike’s neck and shoulder, then gave a hard fast yank of Spike’s cock the same instant he shoved a finger from his ‘evil hand’ alongside his own dick shoved in Spike’s ass.
Lindsey’s slick eased the way but it still burned, still felt that side of too full and fuck and Spike choked on a whimper, damn it, and Lindsey just grinned and shoved in another, long leans fingers working something apart inside him, pads turned towards his own cock so Spike got the faint scratch of a nail across his prostate and nearly jerked out of his skin.
“Easy, easy,” Lindsey murmured, free hand leaving to sooth down one flank, which was nothing that Angel would’ve ever said, ever done. Thank god. Spike swallowed down most of a moan and threw his head back, mouth falling open as he worked himself mindlessly against Lindsey’s fingers and cock, leaning back just a bit so he was stretched even further.
“Bloody-glutton for punishment,” he panted, watching the pull of his fingers where they disappeared inside him. “’S what Angel used to say, used to-" Spike broke off with a mewl, suddenly straining to where Lindsey’s thumb just brushed his balls. Which meant he wasn’t forcing himself wider but-"Nggh.”
“Bet he’d work you for hours,” Lindsey whispered, raw, breathing harsh and loud but his face searching.
“Days,” Spike gasped, grasping a fistful of Lindsey’s hair, but couldn’t make himself-or maybe the human wouldn’t let him-drag him closer.
“Let you come if you’re lucky?” At the last second it turned to a question, and Spike’s head jerked in a nod as Lindsey’s fingers twisted around, pads to prostrate, and there was no fucking way to swallow the noises now.
“Guess what, Spike,” Lindsey said, just loud enough to be a growl, lips and face and spine twisting as he lost himself in the vampire, wrapped his free hand around Spike and dragged, “You’re really fucking lucky.”
The amount of come that Lindsey pulled out of him was obscene, so much with every pulse that Spike could only stare, wrecked and shuddering, as the red angry throb of his cock milked him dry and then some, Lindsey playing with his prostrate in the thick white slick of a second load of his own semen until Spike wanted to…he didn’t even know, but if it went on any longer he really would die. And for someone who was already dead, that meant a bloody lot.
His limbs didn’t give out but it was a near thing, instead just slumping forward and then tumbling off, hiding the shiver of didn’t get permission to move, boy beneath a grimace as Lindsey’s cock slipped free. His fingers didn’t though, followed him as Spike landed on his side next to the human, soothing some of the ache of what was going to feel spectacular come morning.
The weird bit was… Lindsey seemed not so big on the concept of blinking, and Spike was having a ridiculous time looking elsewhere than those dark ringed baby blues. He just canted his hips to make the process easier, and they both evened their breathing out like having fingers up Spike’s ass was their…bloody French word for ‘normal thing.’
“Kinda…makes you wanna thank the bloke, yeah?” Spike said, finally closing his eyes.
“Or something,” that rough’n’tumble whiskey rough voice murmured into Spike’s bleached hair. And Spike was so damn well fucked that he didn’t even have to work keeping his gameface at bay when he pressed his face to Lindsey’s neck and inhaled.
Vamp catnip.
He really was gonna have to sample that next time.
THE END!
A/N So here's the deal, guys! I'm not in the Angel/Buffy fandom, so if you like this fic and want to see it well recieved, i need YOU to tell people you know who might enjoy it! ...*bambi eyes?*
Title: Only the pussy vamps sparkle
Author: queenklu
Word Count: 2600+
Fandom: Angel wtf O.O
Pairing: Spike/Lindsey (you know, that guy who is Chris Kane?) mentions of Angel/Spike
Rating: NC17 srsly. it don't get more NC17
A/N SO, today i was going to work on the SPNCIS fic! really i was! And then in the process of opening it I found a doc called "Spindsey" i had TOTALLY FORGOTTEN ABOUT half-writing. So....i finished that instead. *facepalm* It's not even beta'd. CAN THEY KICK ME OUT OF THE FANDOM FOR THIS???
Spike’s hips bucked hard as he came, wrists pressed hard into Lindsey’s back as his fists clenched and unclenched to keep from sinking his nails deep into the flawless skin. He could break the human if he wasn’t careful. Spunk slicked their chests as the lawyer continued writhing, pumping hard into Spike’s tight, spasming channel one, two-
“Oh god…”
-three times. And maybe, just maybe, when those orgasm fogged baby blues looked into Spike’s, his game face might have, uh, slipped out. Just a little.
Lindsey froze, eyes wide, breath caught in that delectable throat that Spike-chipified as he was-couldn’t munch on. He kept his hands splayed on the lawyer’s sweat-glistening back and enjoyed the warmth and skin and fullness while he could, ‘cause it looked like this party was about to get crashed in a Run Run It’s Demon Spawn kind of way. Flattened nicely between two sets of beautifully defined abs, his cock gave an unhappy twinge. The boy was gonna bolt and leave them all alone and sticky.
That was gonna happen eventually, he reminded Jr., just as unhappy but not willing to admit that he liked the warm body on top of him more than he probably should. Especially after only one mind-blowing shag. Best to test drive him a bit more.
Lindsey leaned forward until his forehead hit Spike’s collarbone, and started shaking.
With laughter.
“Hey!” Spike jerked himself up on his elbows, more than mildly affronted. “Right. Y’know, the whole vamp thing is s’posed to turn you cowardly lion, not…giggling…alright, didn’t think this metaphor through. ‘M not exactly top of my mental game after a shag, now- What is your bloody problem?” Lindsey couldn’t stop laughing, so Spike flicked him in the head and ordered, “Cower, mortal!”
“God, I-can not get away from him!” The lawyer’s laugh was more breathy now, rough and disbelieving. “One quick fuck to get Angel out of my head and-”
“Wot.”
“-I go and pick a fucking vampire!”
Spike still had enough rational thought left in his mind after this little admission to figure out the physics of ending up on top of the human with his dick still in Spike’s ass, hands pinned to the bed, snarling down into his face before Lindsey saw it coming. He gaped like a drowning goldfish. But still not fucking scared.
“You know Angel?”
Lindsey started laughing again. In other circumstances Spike would have enjoyed the sound of what probably very rarely happened. But. Not. Now. Not. When. This. Guy. Still. Had. His. Cock. Up. Spike’s. Ass. And. Spike. Jr. Had. Every. Intention. Of. Having. Another. Go.
He reiterated the fact that lawyer boy was pinned and switched to gameface, making sure the chip realized it was all for show. His senses were sharper in vamp, though, and before he was forced to repeat the question around his fangs, his nose picked up on something he must have missed before-tar, concrete dust, leather, glitter. “Los Angeles,” he drawled, rocking back as the gameface vanished. “Damn. Haven’t got a whiff like that since Dru dropped by.”
“Dru?” Lindsey repeated, blinking like a cow. “As in Drusilla?”
Spike froze. “How the fuck do you know Dru?” This really couldn’t be happening.
“Then you know Darla.”
One perfect moment of dead silence.
“FUCK!”
Lindsey made the mistake of trying to wiggle free and Spike’s thighs clamped down around his hips, holding him in place while the rest of his body got time to catch up with his brain. In all the confusion, the vamp gave the little lawyer a squeeze that sent spunk spilling out of his hole and onto the lawyer’s balls. Spike watched him curse and grinned, because Lindsey Jr. was definitely willing to play ball.
No, focus. What had he said in the bar? Sum’n sum’n lonely sum’n my place? Sum’n girl/guy problems sum’n sum’n else.
“What’d ol’ Angel buns do this time?” he drawled around his crooked leer. “Forget your birthday?”
“Fuck you.” Lindsey wasn’t laughing now, trying in vain to unlock Spike’s thighs of steel. In fact, Spike thought he wouldn’t be far off calling that look a scowl.
“Bloody hell. He must’ve had a hard time keeping his paws offa you.” Spike reached behind him and slapped Lindsey’s ass, only to find the lawyer kneading his own. The vamp rolled once in surprise and, well, lust, then settled. He wasn’t born yesterday. Lindsey just wanted oot. Didn’t wanna join teams with his own cock. Yet.
Lindsey’s right hand slid into Spike’s crevice and pinched his come-damp hole with one nail. The vamp twitched and gasped, then grabbed the brat’s hands and pinned them back where they belonged, above his head. “Sorry,” Lindsey purred, wiggling his fingers. “Evil hand.”
Not to be distracted by-whatever the fuck-Spike rolled his hips and growled, pleased to find lawyer jr. still eager to respond. He grinned, imagining the look on Angel-cake’s face when he got a whiff of this delicacy all be-spoiled by Spike. Lindsey, with those jaded baby-blues, that stubborn fucking jaw, whiskey-hoarse voice without the whiskey. And blood like vamp catnip. Spike hadn’t been the only one to notice; he’d barely got him out of the bar in time to save the human from, at the very least, a gang bang or a feeding frenzy.
“Poor Angel,” Spike chuckled.
“Fuck Angel,” he spat, trying to break free.
“Been there.” The dead man’s smirk could not have been any bigger, even though his eyes found more interesting places to be than meeting the gaze of some happy meal. “Tapped that.”
Lindsey’s eyes went so wide Spike was afraid they might pop out. Something else threatened to pop out as well. Spike shifted his hips and pressed down, and Lindsey’s mouth slid open in a gasp.
“I know what Angel likes, love. And there are only two types.” He casually leaned forward until he was belly to belly with the lawyer, enjoying the feeling of his lungs expanding and deflating. He nibbled on Lindsey’s chin, grinning up at the glare he got in return. Resentment. Interest. Deadly combo. “If he’s in the mood for the land of milk and honey, all it takes is a feisty blond who can hold her own in a fight and the deal’s done. But if its...steak night on the ranch…” Spike trailed his nails down Lindsey’s ribs, just to feel his breathing hitch. “Well, then, it’s baby blues. Likes us pretty.” He stuck his nose in the air, then let a slow mysterious smirk play across his lips. “And strong. Could break us if we aren’t strong. And where’s the fun in that?”
“No,” Lindsey grunted, trying to wriggle free and just succeeding in wriggling. “He never-”
“I bet Angel had you gagging for him day one.” Spike sat up. So did his eyebrow. “Don’t even know what it was at first. A look. Movement. By day two he could get you hard just from the sound of his voice. Day three you were ready to go every second of every hour, drop of the bleeding hat. Anything set you off. Wanked so much y’ went raw. Could hardly walk straight ‘cause, what if he showed? What if he just looked at you an’ you came, right there, shudder bucking into your pants there in front of everyone? Wouldn’t matter who was there-not even your poor sweet grandma would keep you from throwing yourself at his feet, tugging out that cock, and sucking till he couldn’t think to kill you. But he never does.”
Spike’s hips rolled again on their own accord, remembering what it was like to be stuffed so full of Angel there wasn’t room in him for anything else, feeling thinking anything else. “He never shows. And its weeks and weeks goes by and you think you might forget, might be a fluke, and then, just as you’re getting comfy again, he’s there. And he doesn’t even fuck you. Doesn’t even let you suck him off. Just violent, shove-push, slam damn thank you ma’am and he’s gone again, but it’s kinda hard to care because soon as he’s gone y’ got your pants round your ankles and takes seconds of tugging til you scream. Don’t matter where you are.” His teeth flashed in a sharp grin. “Where’d he find you, eh?”
“Parking lot,” Lindsey croaked. His breathing had gone ragged somewhere around Angel’s name. “He nearly strangled me.”
“Our little Angel? Sounds like you bring out the Angelus,” he chuckled, rocking lightly. “I was smack dab in the middle of a grand ball, scoping out a duchess for the kill. Barely got behind the curtains before m’ willy hit m’ hand. God. Never came so hard.”
“Had to drive home with come all over the steering wheel.” Pant, pant. Spike decided he liked the lawyer gasping. If he had to mention Angel to make it happen, that was a sacrifice he was willing to make.
“And then, then he leaves you again. But now you’re addicted. Can’t sit, can’t think, can’t breathe, can’t see anyone else without seeing Angel. Feeling Angel. And now you’re afraid. Afraid to come. Because what if he shows and you’re not ready? See, with Angel, ‘s not just about fucking your body. Got to fuck your mind too. Gotta leave you shattered for weeks. Gotta leave you ruined for everyone else.”
Spike was grinding his hips to keep himself grounded. Because if he actually started reliving his Angel experience he might just go back to being ruined.
“Course,” he added, piercing blue eyes locking with their mirror image, one quiet and calculating, one equal parts aroused, searching, and scared, “Now that he’s trying to kick Angelus to the curb, you being forbidden fruit will’ve got his rocks off in the tortured soul department as well. Sounds like he managed to resist.” He started to run his thumb along Lindsey’s cheekbone only to find it caught and held.
“Yeah, well, got one over of the bastard. I left him.”
“You never leave Angel, love,” Spike laughed without a trace of amusement, pinning one of the lawyer’s hands again with slow, calculating movements so he’d understand what he was expected to do with the other one. “He’ll haunt you. Well,” he reconsidered with an almost unfeeling tilt of his head, “hasn’t broken you, yet. Maybe he won’t. Haven’t been fucked by the guy for a handful of decades-might’ve changed.”
“He cut off my hand,” Lindsey snarled.
Spike laughed, for real this time, looking at the lawyer’s fingers as they wrapped around his cock, took hold, skimmed over the top and slid down. “Or not.” Spike jr. purred.
The lawyer’s head tilted to one side, staring up at Spike far to perceptively for his own good, whiskey-rough voice curious. “What did he do to you?”
Spike growled and bucked in earnest this time, driving Lindsey’s cock deep inside so he wouldn’t-he couldn’t think to kill you. Then, because those to blue eyes would not look away, he ground out, “Nothing a human could live through,” and silenced Lindsey with his mouth, not so much a kiss as a hot, licking bite across his lips. Except when Lindsey gave his cock a rough twist Spike had to gasp, and that cost him.
“What, like this?” he asked, pressing Spike’s mouth wide enough to speak without breaking contact, that fucking voice of his rippling over Spike’s skin as another rough pull make his entire body contract. And the rub of it all was…bastard had it almost right, almost, and enough to drive his Angel starved body wild.
“No…where near close, kid,” Spike panted, knew he was bloody well fucked when Lindsey’s eyes sparked and he sat up, trying to get away and Lindsey followed, muscles fluttering across his stomach as he cased Spike’s mouth and settled on his collarbone, sucking a bruise as his next thrust threatened to shake the vamp apart. “Fuck.”
“Got that right,” Lindsey growled around the bites he was trailing over Spike’s neck and shoulder, then gave a hard fast yank of Spike’s cock the same instant he shoved a finger from his ‘evil hand’ alongside his own dick shoved in Spike’s ass.
Lindsey’s slick eased the way but it still burned, still felt that side of too full and fuck and Spike choked on a whimper, damn it, and Lindsey just grinned and shoved in another, long leans fingers working something apart inside him, pads turned towards his own cock so Spike got the faint scratch of a nail across his prostate and nearly jerked out of his skin.
“Easy, easy,” Lindsey murmured, free hand leaving to sooth down one flank, which was nothing that Angel would’ve ever said, ever done. Thank god. Spike swallowed down most of a moan and threw his head back, mouth falling open as he worked himself mindlessly against Lindsey’s fingers and cock, leaning back just a bit so he was stretched even further.
“Bloody-glutton for punishment,” he panted, watching the pull of his fingers where they disappeared inside him. “’S what Angel used to say, used to-" Spike broke off with a mewl, suddenly straining to where Lindsey’s thumb just brushed his balls. Which meant he wasn’t forcing himself wider but-"Nggh.”
“Bet he’d work you for hours,” Lindsey whispered, raw, breathing harsh and loud but his face searching.
“Days,” Spike gasped, grasping a fistful of Lindsey’s hair, but couldn’t make himself-or maybe the human wouldn’t let him-drag him closer.
“Let you come if you’re lucky?” At the last second it turned to a question, and Spike’s head jerked in a nod as Lindsey’s fingers twisted around, pads to prostrate, and there was no fucking way to swallow the noises now.
“Guess what, Spike,” Lindsey said, just loud enough to be a growl, lips and face and spine twisting as he lost himself in the vampire, wrapped his free hand around Spike and dragged, “You’re really fucking lucky.”
The amount of come that Lindsey pulled out of him was obscene, so much with every pulse that Spike could only stare, wrecked and shuddering, as the red angry throb of his cock milked him dry and then some, Lindsey playing with his prostrate in the thick white slick of a second load of his own semen until Spike wanted to…he didn’t even know, but if it went on any longer he really would die. And for someone who was already dead, that meant a bloody lot.
His limbs didn’t give out but it was a near thing, instead just slumping forward and then tumbling off, hiding the shiver of didn’t get permission to move, boy beneath a grimace as Lindsey’s cock slipped free. His fingers didn’t though, followed him as Spike landed on his side next to the human, soothing some of the ache of what was going to feel spectacular come morning.
The weird bit was… Lindsey seemed not so big on the concept of blinking, and Spike was having a ridiculous time looking elsewhere than those dark ringed baby blues. He just canted his hips to make the process easier, and they both evened their breathing out like having fingers up Spike’s ass was their…bloody French word for ‘normal thing.’
“Kinda…makes you wanna thank the bloke, yeah?” Spike said, finally closing his eyes.
“Or something,” that rough’n’tumble whiskey rough voice murmured into Spike’s bleached hair. And Spike was so damn well fucked that he didn’t even have to work keeping his gameface at bay when he pressed his face to Lindsey’s neck and inhaled.
Vamp catnip.
He really was gonna have to sample that next time.
THE END!
A/N So here's the deal, guys! I'm not in the Angel/Buffy fandom, so if you like this fic and want to see it well recieved, i need YOU to tell people you know who might enjoy it! ...*bambi eyes?*