In These Arms; Spike/Angel; NC-17
Title: In These Arms
Author: softbluebuddy
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Genre: Schmoopy/PWP
Rated: NC-17
Word Count: 3180
Warnings: top!Spike/bottom!Angel
Summary: Angel was clearly having a really bad day. Spike picked up on that and decided that he knew what Angel needed, and that was to let go a little bit. Spike does a little bit of taking charge and some schmoopy sex ensues.
Written for the occasion of carinas_carinae ’s birthday. Carin is my beta and has been absolutely instrumental in helping me become a better writer. I know that I was a real headache to begin with, but I’d like to think that each new chapter that I send her is a little better and cleaner than the one before it. Thank you Carin, you are awesome. Have a wonderful birthday.
Fic banner: The awesome and generous edgehead73 who so graciously and at the last moment personalized the banner for Carin’s birthday. Thank you.
Beta: Unbeta'd as this is a gift for my beta, I didn't want her to have to work for it.
In These Arms
‘Here we go again,’ he thought.
Mr. Broody Pants was pouting and putting on a show, biting everyone’s head off for no good reason.
Spike almost had to laugh at the reactions of everyone in the room making themselves scarce and remembering some all important thing that had to be taken care of just then so they could make their escape.
When they were finally alone, Spike actually did laugh, out loud and everything.
Angel’s head turned sharply as he looked at Spike, “What? You’re still here? I thought everyone had the good sense to leave when I was like this.”
“Wot?” Said Spike getting out of his chair and walking toward where Angel was standing looking out the window. “When was I ever like anyone else?”
Angel stared at Spike as he slid from his chair and walked toward him, with that slow rolling, predatory walk with the gleam in his eye and the crooked grin on his face.
Spike focused in on Angel like a cat looking at a mouse, and kept the grin right where it was giving Angel the chance to comprehend what that look meant.
Swallowing, Angel stared at Spike and said, “No.”
This only resulted in Spike laughing again, “Yes, Angel. Come on, when you get like this you know you want it, and you know how you want it. And you know that I’m the only one who can give you what you need.”
Realizing that Spike was right and this was one of those times, Angel returned Spike’s stare and almost imperceptibly nodded his head in acquiescence, and in so doing gave himself over to Spike, and without even a fight.
Standing mere inches apart, Spike looked at Angel and smiled a full on smile to replace the grin that he had been wearing up until that moment. Angel stood before him in his suit with the jacket open and Spike slid his fingers just into the top of the waistband of Angel’s pants and pulled him toward him for a kiss.
Angel having already signaled Spike that it was his show to run, leaned into Spike’s body and let the blond lick his lips and tease his mouth open, slowly at first then slipping his tongue in to duel with Angel’s. But just because Angel was letting Spike run this show it didn’t mean that Angel was just going to be a passive participant. Angel kissed Spike back and before long they’d have both been breathless, if they’d had any breath to begin with.
But one thing they couldn’t argue with is how hard they both were. Breaking the kiss, Spike said, “Not here. Let’s go upstairs where we can take our time and don’t have to worry about anyone coming in here.”
Now it was Angel’s turn to laugh. “After I damn near bit off everybody’s head in two square miles, you think anyone is willingly going to walk in here?”
Spike laughed back, “You’ve got a point there Peaches, but I’d still rather take this upstairs.”
Angel had to agree, “Yeah, let’s go.”
Using Angel’s private elevator they managed not to see anyone on the way to Angel’s suite of rooms. In the elevator Spike pushed Angel up against the wall and leaned in and almost touched their lips together, but didn’t. Angel was far from disappointed however, because though their lips were not touching Spike was rubbing their hard cocks against each other through their clothes.
“Gonna be so good Angel. Love it when you let me top. I know when you need it don’t I? I’m the only one too. Gonna make you melt before I make you come. You like that idea?” Spike inquired in a low and lusty voice full of promise.
Angel knew. He definitely knew that Spike was the only one he’d ever let top him and take charge. And somehow in that knowing that with all that had happened to them in their pasts, that when Spike did take charge it was because there was something in Angel right then at that moment that needed to let go. Spike would take control, but never make Angel give more than he could.
As they both stood in the elevator contemplating the evening, cocks rubbing together, the elevator had reached the floor to Angel’s living area.
Exiting the elevator and into Angel’s rooms Spike pushed Angel up against the wall again, this time holding Angel’s hands out to his sides and against the wall and fit his smaller body against the larger one, leaned up and kissed Angel senseless.
Spike let go of Angel’s hands and started unfastening his own pants, and then placed his hands on the older vampire’s shoulders and turned them so that now Spike was with his back to the wall and then he looked Angel in the eye as he pushed Angel to his knees and told him, “This is how I want to start. You on your knees, sucking me off. Yeah? Come on Angel, take it out and show me how much you love having my cock in your mouth.”
Not surprisingly to Spike at all, Angel met his gaze, licked his lips and went to his knees before Spike.
Angel was always so damned toppy and smug, but Spike was the only one who had ever seen him like this. Toppy guys could make very good subs, on occasion. Spike didn’t really want Angel to sub, he just wanted him to suck his cock, and he knew there was something about Angel tonight that made him want to do it too. So really, Spike was performing a public service.
‘Yeah, right. Think of it anyway you want,’ thought Spike to himself as he looked down at Angel kneeling in front of him with his hands opening Spike’s pants further and taking out his very interested, hard, and pre-cum dripping cock.
Angel looked at Spike’s cock, then tilted his head up and looked at Spike and licking his lips leaned back down and then licked the drops from the head of Spikes dick, then sucked just the head into his mouth as he held the base with his hand and then slid forward taking all of Spike into his mouth at once.
Spike watched his cock get licked by Angel and then the entire thing disappear into Angel’s mouth and could feel himself bottom out at the back of Angel’s throat. ‘Fuck! For being such a toppy bastard, Angel really could suck cock like a champ,’ Spike thought to himself as he was overcome with sensation.
Angel didn’t just take Spike into his mouth and leave it at that. No, he kept one hand at the base and worked his cock in concert with his mouth and tongue. As Angel slid his mouth toward the end of Spike’s cock, Angel’s hand followed fisting Spike’s spit covered cock, while Angel’s other hand cradled Spike’s balls.
“Mmmm,” moaned Angel.
Spike couldn’t help it. He put his hands on the sides of Angel’s head and thrust into Angel’s mouth repeatedly in perfect harmony with the movement of Angel’s head.
“Come on Angel, just like that…fuck, so good when you suck me off…come on then…deeper…so close. You want that Angel? You want me to come down your throat? Gonna swallow my come for me? Be a good boy, suck me off, swallow my come then I’ll get you ready to take my cock in your tight, toppy ass? That what you want tonight? Gonna let me give you what you need?”
Angel’s answer listening to Spike talk dirty to him like that while he was on his knees with Spike’s cock down his throat was to moan deep in his throat and double his efforts at taking everything Spike had to give. Angel’s cock was hard and throbbing in his pants and he knew that Spike wasn’t going to let him come until he was damned good and ready to let him come. Angel needed some relief and the first step in getting him self some relief, was to make Spike come right here, right now, with his hands fisted in his hair and his cock fucking his mouth and his throat.
Spike could tell that Angel was totally into it, and decided to help him along with some more dirty talk, while he was still capable of talking because what Angel was doing to Spike almost had the blond vampire speechless and that was quite an accomplishment.
“Angel, fucking feels great. You are such a great cocksucker. Love it when you get on your knees for me, take it all. Feels so fucking good to fuck your throat like that. So fucking nasty…” and with that, Spike continued to thrust into Angel’s mouth until he could hold back no more and shot his load of come into Angel’s throat and mouth, while his body shook while leaning against the wall and holding onto Angel’s head.
“Fuck, Angel. I never get tired of that. You do that so fucking good. Get up here, wanna taste,” Spike told the vampire kneeling at his feet. He let go of Angel’s head and moved his hands to help Angel up and dragged the brunette’s head down for a wet kiss tasting uniquely like a combination of Angel and Spike.
Pulling back and looking at Angel with fucked out eyes, he could see that Angel’s eyes were partly dilated with lust. Angel didn’t go down on his knees often, but when he did it was all part of a lust filled, ‘come on and fuck me program, make me come goddammit,’ Spike could see it in Angel’s eyes. But he could also see that as much as he wanted it, Angel wouldn’t ask, didn’t mean that Spike couldn’t read him like a book though.
“Angel, that was so hot and nasty. Your turn now, yeah? Let’s get you out of these clothes.”
Spike didn’t have to tell Angel twice. His throbbing cock was about to pop a hole in his suit trousers anyway. He immediately started taking off his clothes as he walked to the bedroom, Spike right behind him doing the same. When they got into Angel’s bedroom they were both shirtless, but each had to sit down so they could get off their footwear, Angel’s dress shoes, and Spike’s Doc Martens.
Standing before each other with just their pants on, they both took care of the last layer and were naked in moments. Just the two aged vampires with souls and a big beautiful bed waiting for them.
Spike started walking toward Angel and when he got to the older vampire he didn’t stop, he kept walking him backwards toward the bed until the back of his legs hit the bed, and then Spike stopped and told him, “You ready?”
Angel gave Spike that lopsided grin of his and said, “Yeah, Spike…I’m ready.”
“Then get on up there, on your back and wait for me,” Spike told him.
Angel pulled the bedding back and climbed up onto his huge bed, fluffed the pillows and leaned back and turned his head to see what Spike was doing.
“Just getting the lube, Peaches,” Spike smiled at the irritated look on Angel’s face.
“You know I hate it when you call me that,” complained Angel.
Spike laughed at Angel, “I know. Why do you think that I do it?”
This light banter between these two was always there between them. Sometimes it was sharper and antagonistic, but they couldn’t hide the affection they held for each other and it was effective in lightening the mood to some small extent.
With the lube in hand, Spike crawled up the bed, and up Angel’s body like a big cat, almost a panther crawl, stopping only when he got to Angel’s mouth and kissed him senseless.
This was Spike just meeting Angel exactly where Angel needed him to be. Kind of more a seduction than domination. By the way that Angel arched up into him, it was definitely working.
Spike slid off of Angel and lay on his side holding Angel’s arms over his head while he still kissed Angel and with his other hand popped the top on the lube and squirted a liberal amount onto the junction of Angel’s thigh and groin, pushed the top back on and dropped the tube and drug his fingers through the lube coating them and encouraging Angel to open his legs, brought his fingers down to Angel’s waiting hole.
Angel was larger and stronger than Spike and could have easily gotten free from Spike holding his arms over his head, but it was more of a symbolic surrender than a physical one.
Angel yielded to Spike opening his legs and letting the younger vampire have complete access and his way with him. He had worked up to two fingers and rubbing around until he was teasing Angel’s sweet spot.
Angel moaned into Spike’s mouth as he continued kissing him and working him over with his fingers.
Not usually a bottom, okay, almost never bottoming, made Angel absolute putty in Spike’s hands and since Spike, when with Angel customarily assumed that role, knew all of the buttons to push to have Angel writhing on the bed under his onslaught.
They say that excellent bottoms make very good tops because they know what feels good and can generally elicit the appropriate response from their partners and Angel was very susceptible to Spike at just this moment.
Spike stopped kissing Angel and lifted his head but maintained eye contact with the man lying on his back on the bed with his legs open and Spike’s fingers still slowly working in his ass.
“God, Angel…feel so ready for me…want to be inside you so bad…fill you up make you so hot…can’t wait until I’m fucking you and you clamp down on my cock and come for me.”
As Angel stared back at Spike he knew what Spike wanted to hear, but was incapable of saying it with words.
He could say just enough though to get Spike to do what he had described, “What are you waiting for then?”
And that, Spike knew was as close to begging as he would ever hear from Angel.
“What am I waiting for indeed?” echoed Spike as he pushed himself up and removed his fingers from Angel, Spike settled himself between Angel’s legs, scooped up the rest of the lube that was still on Angel’s thigh and liberally coated his cock with it and lined up at Angel’s lube-filled and prepared hole.
Continuing to look into Angel’s eyes, Spike slowly slid into Angel, first just the head and then all the way till he bottomed out inside Angel’s ass and saw the expression of bliss on his face. It was when Spike saw that expression that he began to move, slowly at first, just rocking back and forth, slow shallow strokes, and then lengthening his stroke until he was actually pulling out of Angel with each thrust, allowing Angel to feel the sensation of his cockhead penetrating the muscle at the opening of his ass.
That sensation always drove Angel mad when he’d let Spike fuck him. Somehow the initial breaching of the muscle and then each subsequent breach helped stoke the fire of Angel’s desire so that he was actually trembling with need. He would never admit that to anyone, even Spike. Although Spike knew and no matter how often they would get irritated at each other and call each other names or say hurtful things to each other, Spike never rubbed it in. He knew how important it was on these very rare occasions that Angel trusted him, and he would not casually throw that trust back in his face.
Angel had had just about enough of the teasing though as evidenced by him raising up his legs and wrapping them around Spike encouraging him not to pull out anymore but to fuck him harder and deeper.
“You like that Angel? Feels so good being inside you, fucking you, hitting your sweet spot with your legs wrapped around me. So fucking good…”
Spike obliged and leaned in to kiss Angel at the same time he fisted his cock to the rhythm of his hips, both of them getting more aroused with each additional stroke, until Spike could feel it, what he’d been aiming for ever since he intuited that tonight was one of those special nights.
Angel was breathing in shallow breaths and he was clamping himself onto Spike’s cock, and just as Angel began to come, so too did Spike as he continued to fist Angel’s cock at the same time he was filling Angel’s ass with come.
After Spike spent his load of come into Angel he continued stroking inside of Angel and kissing him. He didn’t know when Angel would be so pliable again, and he wasn’t wasting a moment of this precious time. He enjoyed being able to do this for Angel, they were the closest thing they had to family and really the only ones who knew what each other dealt with, and lived with on a daily basis.
If Angel couldn’t let loose with Spike, then he would never be able to let loose with anyone.
Leaning back on his elbows and looking into Angel’s face, he could see the tell-tale signs that the closed off Angel was on his way back. Figuring this was his last chance to find out exactly what was going on with him, Spike asked, “Wanna talk about it?”
“Nope.”
Spike hadn’t really thought that he would, but he felt it important to offer. With Angel though, sometimes the only offer that Angel could accept was the physical one they had just shared.
Enjoying that intimacy was as close as Angel would get to letting Spike see inside when he was having turmoil.
And for Angel, what he found in these arms, he could find no where else, other than right here, with Spike.
