Last Day Together
This is a little something I wrote for the First Time Sex Challenge at DarkerSpike. I've been a member here for a while, but I never wrote anything appropriate. samson28 suggested that I bring it over - hope you enjoy!!!
TITLE: Last Day Together
AUTHOR: SpankSpike
PAIRING: Spike/Harmony/Angel/??????Illyria
RATING: NC17
WARNINGS: Not what you'll expect and something slightly non-con
Angel had said they should all enjoy the day, really live it like it was their last - because it just might be. Living life to the fullest had never been a concept that Spike had any trouble getting behind; he had always been up for a spot of fun. If that was the case, then why had nearly half an hour of what was fast becoming very precious time passed and Spike still had not moved from the couch he'd been sitting on when Angel made that statement. The others had all filed out, separating to spend this day in various ways that meant something to each one of them. All of them moved off alone. Spike wasn't sure why this gave a tight feeling in his gut. Maybe it just seemed a little sad that with all of the years of friendship, camaraderie, companionship, or whatever you wanted to call it between them - in the end they were still alone.
Of course he hadn't really expected any of them to spend their last day with him; he was definitely the outsider here. While he had built a begrudging trust with Angel, and the others certainly had no problems with working with him - they really weren't his friends. But they were Angel's friends, and Spike had thought they would all run off for some type of group hug which would exclude him. The momentary surge of pleasure he'd felt when he saw he wasn't actually being left out as they all headed in different directions, faded quickly as he realized his own loneliness was mirrored in each of the others. This made him miss Fred all the more. She would have put thin arms around each one of them and drew them back together. She would have told them it was important for them to spend what might be their final moments with those who were most important to them. Spike shivered slightly as his eyes clouded with unshed tears, he knew without a doubt that those same spindly arms would have included him as well.
He finally shook his head to clear the thoughts of Fred from his mind before the tears spilled. Standing, Spike grabbed his duster and headed for his door as he decided that a few good whiskeys with some strangers at the pub down the block would be preferable to crying alone on his own couch over something he couldn't do anything about. He had a brief notion that he would call Angel and ask his sire to meet him at the pub, as unlikely as it was that he would agree. He felt in his pocket for the phone Angel had given him and decided he would just do it. He would just go ahead and tell Angel how he felt. What did he really have to lose at this point in the game? Maybe they could spend their last day together. As he opened the door, he was looking over his shoulder wondering if he should bother locking up as he probably would never return to this place. Spike had told Angel the day before that he wanted to leave town if they made it through this thing. Of course Angel had told him not to make any hasty decisions. He wasn't quite sure if Angel had said this because he wanted him around, or if he knew that none of them needed to worry about returning to any particular place because there was no chance any of them would make it through this night.
A sense of very recently having done this same thing, this heading off for an unhappy fate, struck him as he faced the hallway. "Bloody hell," Spike shrieked in an unmanly fashion as he turned to find himself colliding head on with Harmony. Angry at being so obviously startled, Spike spoke to his ex a little more harshly than he would have intended. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Blondie bear, is that any way to greet a guest? I thought the slayer would have taught you better manners than that. If you'd stuck with me, you could have learned an appreciation for the finer things in life - oh yeah, and manners too." The ditzy vampire tossed a wave of blonde hair over her shoulder and smiled brightly at Spike.
"Did you need somethin' Harm? 'Cause I'm right busy - just leavin' in fact." He tried to make his way into the hallway, but Harmony just smiled again and pushed past him into the dingy apartment. He glared at her as he pushed the door closed and turned to face her.
"Of course I want something - I came all the way down here didn't I? Duh!" With an even more ambitious hair toss, she crossed the small space that passed for Spike's living room and stopped at the entrance to his miniscule bedroom.
"And?"
"And what?" This was followed by another hair toss which was accompanied by an increasingly toothsome smile.
"You said you wanted somethin'." Harmony still looked a little blank. "'N that somethin' would be?" He made a gesture with his hand to indicate that it was her turn to speak - hoping this answer would be more intelligent than the last, but certainly not willing to hold even his un-needed breath in hopes of that outcome. He pulled a bottle of beer from his refrigerator and popped the cap off as he waited somewhat less than patiently for her response.
"Oh yeah - well I wanted you silly."
He actually choked on his first sip of beer and had to grab the counter for support as he continued to splutter. "You - you -," more coughing, "bloody hell," and he was still coughing. "Did you just say," a cough and a hiccup, "sod it - did you just say you came here 'cause you wanted me?"
"Again - duh! Didn't I just say so?"
"But why?" He had just finally managed to stop the coughing altogether.
Harmony blinked at him several times as if she didn't understand the question. "Because of Angel," she finally said.
"Angel sent you here?" He suffered a renewed bout of coughing and narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Why would Angel send me here?"
"Harm!" Spike actually growled in frustration.
Harmony jumped, "I just meant that Angel's been all gloom and doom. You know with the whole apocalypse thing and 'Oh my God the world is ending' stuff. And no one ever tells me what's really going on. It's all got me a little weirded out, and I was just feeling kind of, you know, lonely." She looked down then back up at him through her thick eyelashes.
"You were feelin' lonely, 'n you came here?" Spike cocked his scarred eyebrow at her.
She broke into yet another mega-watt smile and looked him up and down appraisingly. "Of course I came here. I think about it all the time. Especially since that day you stopped being a ghost and you tried to do me, but remember I got all red-eyed, bitey and grrrr." Harmony pantomimed blood flowing from her eyes and flashed her fangs at him. "It's almost all I ever talk about, ask anybody at work." She followed this up with yet another toss of blonde hair.
"It is?" Spike let his gaze travel the length of her body, finally settling on her ample breasts as he curled his tongue behind his teeth. He was beginning to think that there could be worse ways to spend what might turn out to be his second last-day on earth than getting a little cold comfort from the pretty blonde bint. "Fancy a go then luv?" He was sliding a palm down his firm abs in what he assumed to be a sexy manner, but of course it had been so long since he'd been shagged by anyone other than his own hand - he couldn't really be sure.
Before he could finish his show of trailing his hand toward the tight front of his jeans, Harmony grabbed him by his t-shirt and forced him backwards into his closet-like bedroom. "I thought you'd never ask," she replied as she began to kiss him roughly, sliding her tongue into his mouth as she continued to press him back.
She didn't stop pushing until the backs of his knees struck his small dingy bed. Harmony pulled back from the kiss and watched Spike's face closely as she slid her own palm down and cupped him where his erection was now straining against the front of his pants. She began working him and grinding the heel of her palm against him through the rough fabric of his jeans. Harmony shuddered deeply and moved both hands quickly to the waistband of his pants - then with a vicious jerk she tore them open. The buttons pinged off the walls and the headboard - some ending up on the bed, some on the floor.
The blonde vampiress grabbed his cock, which now bobbed from the ruined front of his jeans, and began to jerk him in her small fist. "Take of your clothes," she hissed through clenched teeth as she looked him in the eyes again. "Now!"
Spike thought that he could never remember Harmony being so aggressive, as he reached behind his head and grabbed his t-shirt - pulling it off and tossing it carelessly over his shoulder. Harmony was fisting him hard and fast and he actually felt his balls beginning to draw up a little. He grabbed her wrist, stilling her hand, "Slow down pet."
She released his leaking prick and pushed his jeans down his hips, then shoved him so hard in the chest that he tilted backward and fell onto the bed. Harmony bent and pulled his boots off with out bothering to unlace them and snatched his jeans over his feet, tossing them over her shoulder. "You're right, I don't want it to be over before we've gotten to the main part." Harmony pushed her own dress down her shoulders, pulled her arms free and let it pool on the floor around her feet as she stepped out of her heels.
Spike gasped involuntarily as his cock twitched and started to leak at the sight of her nude form. He thought vaguely that he also could not remember Harmony ever going commando, she had an extreme fondness for lacy lingerie - even when they were in bed. He held his hand out to her, "Harm…" but she didn't take it.
Harmony had her head tilted to the side and was closely observing his erection, which only made it twitch more. Then she looked down at her own sex. "That goes in here?" she asked, first pointing at his dick and then at her own moist opening.
Spike smiled at her, "It has been a while, pet - but if memory serves, that's the way the next bit usually goes - yeah!"
She leapt onto the bed into a standing position, straddling his hips, and then let herself drop onto his cock - burying him to the hilt in her cool wetness. "Mmmm, that's very good," she moaned.
Harmony did all of this before Spike even had time to really register the shock he felt at her actions. Shock was quickly replaced by excitement as she began to bob up and down on his cock, head thrown back pinching her own nipples. "Yeah, luv - that is good," he groaned in reply to her previous statement.
She looked down at him them pointed at the bubblegum pink, pointed nipples she had been pinching and rolling between her small fingertips, "I want you to touch these now."
He smiled at her again, "'Kay," and then reached up to take over the nipple handling. Harmony moaned and began to writhe on his cock. Spike felt the muscles surrounding him begin to clamp his cock tightly. Figuring she must be about to cum, he dropped his left hand from her nipple and sucked his thumb into his mouth - wetting it thoroughly. He then began to circle the rough pad of his thumb over the hard nub of her clit, alternating the circular rubbing with a flicking motion.
Harmony let out a strange grunt then went still. Assuming that signified her impending orgasm - Spike worked her wet clit with firmer strokes. Suddenly he forgot what he was supposed to be doing and froze as he felt her pussy muscles first fluttering over his embedded erection - and then they began to undulate. He actually thought that word for a moment, undulate. There was nothing else to describe the sensation and it was something he'd never felt before. It felt like his cock was being squeezed and stimulated from a hundred directions at once. Spike clenched his eyes tightly shut and his head lolled about on the pillows. His arms fell to the bed, though he had a vague thought that he wasn't doing his job and providing Harmony with the type of pleasure she was giving him.
"How the hell are you...," Spike was trying to form intelligent speech, because he truly wanted to know what the hell she was doing down there. Before he managed to finish his question, there was a piercing screech and he heard the bedside lamp crash to the floor. He rolled his head up toward it and wondered how it had been knocked over as it was far out of their reach. "Luv…," he began again but he felt the weight of Harmony's body somehow shift imperceptibly in density. She suddenly felt heavier and he turned toward her in the now darkened room.
"I can't hold this form, the pleasure is affecting my control."
The voice had changed as well, and for the briefest moment he saw Illyria's pale blue tinged flesh rising over him - her head tilted back in ecstasy. The muscles were working his cock mercilessly now as he tried to understand what was happening, Spike was so close to cumming that his entire body was trembling. "Illyria, pet….," was all he could manage, then all of the light in the room disappeared. He felt something fluttering all around him, a sensation like being brushed and touched by a thousand bat wings - kissed by hundreds of tiny mouths. He could feel movement all around him, under him, on top of him - he came then, harder than he ever had. Spike felt like every nerve ending he had was being stimulated at once and the squeezing on his prick didn't stop, now he felt himself being entered everywhere - tiny things slithering into his ears and nose. Something cool slid into his mouth and entangled his tongue softly, stroking it from every angle at once. Then something entered into his own puckered opening, writhing insistently inside - curling and uncurling tiny tendrils over his prostate as he rocketed over the precipice into another orgasm. A grunting, screeching wail continued to fill the room and he tried to open his eyes but felt the kissing and fluttering all over and around his face and couldn't manage to complete the task. Spike was touched everywhere at once and stimulated to the point of agony as he came again and again. He shuddered and shook, convulsing with sensation as his balls were finally empty and he was crashing through repeated dry orgasms - moaning and purring and weeping in the most exquisite and painful ecstasy he'd ever experienced. Suddenly time seemed to slow down and he felt all of the sensation slowly recede until there was just a mild fluttering around his over-stimulated and still throbbing prick.
Finally able to open his eyes, he was confused by the sight of thousands of tiny blue tentacles withdrawing into a writhing blue mass above him - until there was nothing but Illyria's pale blue form sitting astride him. She lifted herself off his spent cock and stood, her suit slowly covering the nude form of Fred's stolen and altered body once more. Spike lifted his head slightly and tried to speak, but found he had no moisture left in his body. Illyria just stood with her head cocked to one side as if observing a lab rat.
"That was most satisfactory. If there were more time, I'd mate with you again." Then she turned and strode toward the door.
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Angel had decided that he would just do it. He would just go back and tell Spike how he felt. His perfect last day, how could it not include Spike? After all they'd both been through - it finally came down to the two of them. That's how he wanted to remember this day, especially if he were about to spend an eternity of torment in hell - this day with Spike could be the one thing he could cling to - the one thing that couldn't be taken away from them. Of course that was assuming that Spike was still sitting in his apartment just waiting to see Angel. Angel shook his head as he realized just how unlikely this was.
Reaching Spike's door, Angel raised his hand to knock - but his fist met only air as the door opened and he stood facing Illyria. "Illyria, what are you…"
She cut him off, "I mated with the white haired one, he made noise."
Angel couldn't actually think of a reply to this for a long moment, as he couldn't imagine this hell-god in Fred's body mating with anyone. "You mated with him ….why? What…? How…?"
Illyria tilted her head and looked at Angel, "I had a strange feeling - a fire in the lower regions of this body. I could not stop this fire, but I had heard the irritating yellow-haired one speak of Spike quenching her own fires. I assumed her form and came here. He met my requirements. Now I wish to do violence."
"He met your…" Angel looked at the floor remembering why he had come here.
Illyria leaned in toward Angel, making him uncomfortable enough that he took several steps backward - moving farther away from the open door. She cocked her head to the opposite side and closed her eyes briefly as she inhaled deeply - her nostrils flaring. "You came here to mate with him as well."
It wasn't a question, it was a statement - a statement that Angel hadn't even completely made to himself. To hear it coming from those cold blue lips made him feel defensive, "I just came to …" His voice trailed off as he couldn't seem to come up with a suitable excuse for why he was back here after they had all agreed to meet later.
Illyria dropped her eyes down to the bulge in the front of Angel's slacks, "I can smell that you want him, he often has this smell as well - especially when you act as if you want to do violence to each other, that's when you reek of mating scents. Your mating parts are ready for him, but I think I may have damaged him temporarily."
"Damaged him?" Angel repeated.
Illyria stepped up to him once more; her face only inches from Angel's, and sniffed him again. "He will recover shortly, but you cannot wait." She reached down and pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his pants. "I shall meet your requirements."
Angel looked down and reached for her wrist to stop her, but as he watched - each of her fingers lengthened and became long blue tendrils which quickly snaked their way into the front of his pants where they began to swirl over and around his cock. He continued to watch helplessly as more tiny tentacles formed and joined the ones already stroking him in every place and every direction at once, these were dipping into his now leaking slit and stimulating it from the inside. Others worked their way into his puckered opening swirling around a swelling inside that he hadn't known existed, while yet another traced delicate circles around the outside of the twitching hole. Angel began to gasp for breath he didn't need. No one had ever entered him there, and he realized that he had wanted Spike to do that for him.
The big vampire wanted to stop her from touching him, but he couldn't seem to will his arms to move as yet more tentacles burst from her other hand and slid under his shirt, tweaking and pulling at his nipples - wrapping around his back and sliding up and out of his shirt collar to brush against his sensitive scalp. Angel looked over Illyria's shoulder and could see Spike weakly trying to sit up on the bed in his darkened bedroom. The blonde vampire's eyes shown wetly and he stretched a shaking hand out toward Angel as he shook his head. The dark vampire tried to open his mouth to speak, either to Spike or to ask Illyria to stop what she was doing to him, but he only slumped trembling against the wall never breaking eye contact with Spike as he began to cum - for what would be the first of many times.
TITLE: Last Day Together
AUTHOR: SpankSpike
PAIRING: Spike/Harmony/Angel/??????Illyria
RATING: NC17
WARNINGS: Not what you'll expect and something slightly non-con
Angel had said they should all enjoy the day, really live it like it was their last - because it just might be. Living life to the fullest had never been a concept that Spike had any trouble getting behind; he had always been up for a spot of fun. If that was the case, then why had nearly half an hour of what was fast becoming very precious time passed and Spike still had not moved from the couch he'd been sitting on when Angel made that statement. The others had all filed out, separating to spend this day in various ways that meant something to each one of them. All of them moved off alone. Spike wasn't sure why this gave a tight feeling in his gut. Maybe it just seemed a little sad that with all of the years of friendship, camaraderie, companionship, or whatever you wanted to call it between them - in the end they were still alone.
Of course he hadn't really expected any of them to spend their last day with him; he was definitely the outsider here. While he had built a begrudging trust with Angel, and the others certainly had no problems with working with him - they really weren't his friends. But they were Angel's friends, and Spike had thought they would all run off for some type of group hug which would exclude him. The momentary surge of pleasure he'd felt when he saw he wasn't actually being left out as they all headed in different directions, faded quickly as he realized his own loneliness was mirrored in each of the others. This made him miss Fred all the more. She would have put thin arms around each one of them and drew them back together. She would have told them it was important for them to spend what might be their final moments with those who were most important to them. Spike shivered slightly as his eyes clouded with unshed tears, he knew without a doubt that those same spindly arms would have included him as well.
He finally shook his head to clear the thoughts of Fred from his mind before the tears spilled. Standing, Spike grabbed his duster and headed for his door as he decided that a few good whiskeys with some strangers at the pub down the block would be preferable to crying alone on his own couch over something he couldn't do anything about. He had a brief notion that he would call Angel and ask his sire to meet him at the pub, as unlikely as it was that he would agree. He felt in his pocket for the phone Angel had given him and decided he would just do it. He would just go ahead and tell Angel how he felt. What did he really have to lose at this point in the game? Maybe they could spend their last day together. As he opened the door, he was looking over his shoulder wondering if he should bother locking up as he probably would never return to this place. Spike had told Angel the day before that he wanted to leave town if they made it through this thing. Of course Angel had told him not to make any hasty decisions. He wasn't quite sure if Angel had said this because he wanted him around, or if he knew that none of them needed to worry about returning to any particular place because there was no chance any of them would make it through this night.
A sense of very recently having done this same thing, this heading off for an unhappy fate, struck him as he faced the hallway. "Bloody hell," Spike shrieked in an unmanly fashion as he turned to find himself colliding head on with Harmony. Angry at being so obviously startled, Spike spoke to his ex a little more harshly than he would have intended. "What the hell are you doing here?"
"Blondie bear, is that any way to greet a guest? I thought the slayer would have taught you better manners than that. If you'd stuck with me, you could have learned an appreciation for the finer things in life - oh yeah, and manners too." The ditzy vampire tossed a wave of blonde hair over her shoulder and smiled brightly at Spike.
"Did you need somethin' Harm? 'Cause I'm right busy - just leavin' in fact." He tried to make his way into the hallway, but Harmony just smiled again and pushed past him into the dingy apartment. He glared at her as he pushed the door closed and turned to face her.
"Of course I want something - I came all the way down here didn't I? Duh!" With an even more ambitious hair toss, she crossed the small space that passed for Spike's living room and stopped at the entrance to his miniscule bedroom.
"And?"
"And what?" This was followed by another hair toss which was accompanied by an increasingly toothsome smile.
"You said you wanted somethin'." Harmony still looked a little blank. "'N that somethin' would be?" He made a gesture with his hand to indicate that it was her turn to speak - hoping this answer would be more intelligent than the last, but certainly not willing to hold even his un-needed breath in hopes of that outcome. He pulled a bottle of beer from his refrigerator and popped the cap off as he waited somewhat less than patiently for her response.
"Oh yeah - well I wanted you silly."
He actually choked on his first sip of beer and had to grab the counter for support as he continued to splutter. "You - you -," more coughing, "bloody hell," and he was still coughing. "Did you just say," a cough and a hiccup, "sod it - did you just say you came here 'cause you wanted me?"
"Again - duh! Didn't I just say so?"
"But why?" He had just finally managed to stop the coughing altogether.
Harmony blinked at him several times as if she didn't understand the question. "Because of Angel," she finally said.
"Angel sent you here?" He suffered a renewed bout of coughing and narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
"Why would Angel send me here?"
"Harm!" Spike actually growled in frustration.
Harmony jumped, "I just meant that Angel's been all gloom and doom. You know with the whole apocalypse thing and 'Oh my God the world is ending' stuff. And no one ever tells me what's really going on. It's all got me a little weirded out, and I was just feeling kind of, you know, lonely." She looked down then back up at him through her thick eyelashes.
"You were feelin' lonely, 'n you came here?" Spike cocked his scarred eyebrow at her.
She broke into yet another mega-watt smile and looked him up and down appraisingly. "Of course I came here. I think about it all the time. Especially since that day you stopped being a ghost and you tried to do me, but remember I got all red-eyed, bitey and grrrr." Harmony pantomimed blood flowing from her eyes and flashed her fangs at him. "It's almost all I ever talk about, ask anybody at work." She followed this up with yet another toss of blonde hair.
"It is?" Spike let his gaze travel the length of her body, finally settling on her ample breasts as he curled his tongue behind his teeth. He was beginning to think that there could be worse ways to spend what might turn out to be his second last-day on earth than getting a little cold comfort from the pretty blonde bint. "Fancy a go then luv?" He was sliding a palm down his firm abs in what he assumed to be a sexy manner, but of course it had been so long since he'd been shagged by anyone other than his own hand - he couldn't really be sure.
Before he could finish his show of trailing his hand toward the tight front of his jeans, Harmony grabbed him by his t-shirt and forced him backwards into his closet-like bedroom. "I thought you'd never ask," she replied as she began to kiss him roughly, sliding her tongue into his mouth as she continued to press him back.
She didn't stop pushing until the backs of his knees struck his small dingy bed. Harmony pulled back from the kiss and watched Spike's face closely as she slid her own palm down and cupped him where his erection was now straining against the front of his pants. She began working him and grinding the heel of her palm against him through the rough fabric of his jeans. Harmony shuddered deeply and moved both hands quickly to the waistband of his pants - then with a vicious jerk she tore them open. The buttons pinged off the walls and the headboard - some ending up on the bed, some on the floor.
The blonde vampiress grabbed his cock, which now bobbed from the ruined front of his jeans, and began to jerk him in her small fist. "Take of your clothes," she hissed through clenched teeth as she looked him in the eyes again. "Now!"
Spike thought that he could never remember Harmony being so aggressive, as he reached behind his head and grabbed his t-shirt - pulling it off and tossing it carelessly over his shoulder. Harmony was fisting him hard and fast and he actually felt his balls beginning to draw up a little. He grabbed her wrist, stilling her hand, "Slow down pet."
She released his leaking prick and pushed his jeans down his hips, then shoved him so hard in the chest that he tilted backward and fell onto the bed. Harmony bent and pulled his boots off with out bothering to unlace them and snatched his jeans over his feet, tossing them over her shoulder. "You're right, I don't want it to be over before we've gotten to the main part." Harmony pushed her own dress down her shoulders, pulled her arms free and let it pool on the floor around her feet as she stepped out of her heels.
Spike gasped involuntarily as his cock twitched and started to leak at the sight of her nude form. He thought vaguely that he also could not remember Harmony ever going commando, she had an extreme fondness for lacy lingerie - even when they were in bed. He held his hand out to her, "Harm…" but she didn't take it.
Harmony had her head tilted to the side and was closely observing his erection, which only made it twitch more. Then she looked down at her own sex. "That goes in here?" she asked, first pointing at his dick and then at her own moist opening.
Spike smiled at her, "It has been a while, pet - but if memory serves, that's the way the next bit usually goes - yeah!"
She leapt onto the bed into a standing position, straddling his hips, and then let herself drop onto his cock - burying him to the hilt in her cool wetness. "Mmmm, that's very good," she moaned.
Harmony did all of this before Spike even had time to really register the shock he felt at her actions. Shock was quickly replaced by excitement as she began to bob up and down on his cock, head thrown back pinching her own nipples. "Yeah, luv - that is good," he groaned in reply to her previous statement.
She looked down at him them pointed at the bubblegum pink, pointed nipples she had been pinching and rolling between her small fingertips, "I want you to touch these now."
He smiled at her again, "'Kay," and then reached up to take over the nipple handling. Harmony moaned and began to writhe on his cock. Spike felt the muscles surrounding him begin to clamp his cock tightly. Figuring she must be about to cum, he dropped his left hand from her nipple and sucked his thumb into his mouth - wetting it thoroughly. He then began to circle the rough pad of his thumb over the hard nub of her clit, alternating the circular rubbing with a flicking motion.
Harmony let out a strange grunt then went still. Assuming that signified her impending orgasm - Spike worked her wet clit with firmer strokes. Suddenly he forgot what he was supposed to be doing and froze as he felt her pussy muscles first fluttering over his embedded erection - and then they began to undulate. He actually thought that word for a moment, undulate. There was nothing else to describe the sensation and it was something he'd never felt before. It felt like his cock was being squeezed and stimulated from a hundred directions at once. Spike clenched his eyes tightly shut and his head lolled about on the pillows. His arms fell to the bed, though he had a vague thought that he wasn't doing his job and providing Harmony with the type of pleasure she was giving him.
"How the hell are you...," Spike was trying to form intelligent speech, because he truly wanted to know what the hell she was doing down there. Before he managed to finish his question, there was a piercing screech and he heard the bedside lamp crash to the floor. He rolled his head up toward it and wondered how it had been knocked over as it was far out of their reach. "Luv…," he began again but he felt the weight of Harmony's body somehow shift imperceptibly in density. She suddenly felt heavier and he turned toward her in the now darkened room.
"I can't hold this form, the pleasure is affecting my control."
The voice had changed as well, and for the briefest moment he saw Illyria's pale blue tinged flesh rising over him - her head tilted back in ecstasy. The muscles were working his cock mercilessly now as he tried to understand what was happening, Spike was so close to cumming that his entire body was trembling. "Illyria, pet….," was all he could manage, then all of the light in the room disappeared. He felt something fluttering all around him, a sensation like being brushed and touched by a thousand bat wings - kissed by hundreds of tiny mouths. He could feel movement all around him, under him, on top of him - he came then, harder than he ever had. Spike felt like every nerve ending he had was being stimulated at once and the squeezing on his prick didn't stop, now he felt himself being entered everywhere - tiny things slithering into his ears and nose. Something cool slid into his mouth and entangled his tongue softly, stroking it from every angle at once. Then something entered into his own puckered opening, writhing insistently inside - curling and uncurling tiny tendrils over his prostate as he rocketed over the precipice into another orgasm. A grunting, screeching wail continued to fill the room and he tried to open his eyes but felt the kissing and fluttering all over and around his face and couldn't manage to complete the task. Spike was touched everywhere at once and stimulated to the point of agony as he came again and again. He shuddered and shook, convulsing with sensation as his balls were finally empty and he was crashing through repeated dry orgasms - moaning and purring and weeping in the most exquisite and painful ecstasy he'd ever experienced. Suddenly time seemed to slow down and he felt all of the sensation slowly recede until there was just a mild fluttering around his over-stimulated and still throbbing prick.
Finally able to open his eyes, he was confused by the sight of thousands of tiny blue tentacles withdrawing into a writhing blue mass above him - until there was nothing but Illyria's pale blue form sitting astride him. She lifted herself off his spent cock and stood, her suit slowly covering the nude form of Fred's stolen and altered body once more. Spike lifted his head slightly and tried to speak, but found he had no moisture left in his body. Illyria just stood with her head cocked to one side as if observing a lab rat.
"That was most satisfactory. If there were more time, I'd mate with you again." Then she turned and strode toward the door.
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Angel had decided that he would just do it. He would just go back and tell Spike how he felt. His perfect last day, how could it not include Spike? After all they'd both been through - it finally came down to the two of them. That's how he wanted to remember this day, especially if he were about to spend an eternity of torment in hell - this day with Spike could be the one thing he could cling to - the one thing that couldn't be taken away from them. Of course that was assuming that Spike was still sitting in his apartment just waiting to see Angel. Angel shook his head as he realized just how unlikely this was.
Reaching Spike's door, Angel raised his hand to knock - but his fist met only air as the door opened and he stood facing Illyria. "Illyria, what are you…"
She cut him off, "I mated with the white haired one, he made noise."
Angel couldn't actually think of a reply to this for a long moment, as he couldn't imagine this hell-god in Fred's body mating with anyone. "You mated with him ….why? What…? How…?"
Illyria tilted her head and looked at Angel, "I had a strange feeling - a fire in the lower regions of this body. I could not stop this fire, but I had heard the irritating yellow-haired one speak of Spike quenching her own fires. I assumed her form and came here. He met my requirements. Now I wish to do violence."
"He met your…" Angel looked at the floor remembering why he had come here.
Illyria leaned in toward Angel, making him uncomfortable enough that he took several steps backward - moving farther away from the open door. She cocked her head to the opposite side and closed her eyes briefly as she inhaled deeply - her nostrils flaring. "You came here to mate with him as well."
It wasn't a question, it was a statement - a statement that Angel hadn't even completely made to himself. To hear it coming from those cold blue lips made him feel defensive, "I just came to …" His voice trailed off as he couldn't seem to come up with a suitable excuse for why he was back here after they had all agreed to meet later.
Illyria dropped her eyes down to the bulge in the front of Angel's slacks, "I can smell that you want him, he often has this smell as well - especially when you act as if you want to do violence to each other, that's when you reek of mating scents. Your mating parts are ready for him, but I think I may have damaged him temporarily."
"Damaged him?" Angel repeated.
Illyria stepped up to him once more; her face only inches from Angel's, and sniffed him again. "He will recover shortly, but you cannot wait." She reached down and pulled his shirt out of the waistband of his pants. "I shall meet your requirements."
Angel looked down and reached for her wrist to stop her, but as he watched - each of her fingers lengthened and became long blue tendrils which quickly snaked their way into the front of his pants where they began to swirl over and around his cock. He continued to watch helplessly as more tiny tentacles formed and joined the ones already stroking him in every place and every direction at once, these were dipping into his now leaking slit and stimulating it from the inside. Others worked their way into his puckered opening swirling around a swelling inside that he hadn't known existed, while yet another traced delicate circles around the outside of the twitching hole. Angel began to gasp for breath he didn't need. No one had ever entered him there, and he realized that he had wanted Spike to do that for him.
The big vampire wanted to stop her from touching him, but he couldn't seem to will his arms to move as yet more tentacles burst from her other hand and slid under his shirt, tweaking and pulling at his nipples - wrapping around his back and sliding up and out of his shirt collar to brush against his sensitive scalp. Angel looked over Illyria's shoulder and could see Spike weakly trying to sit up on the bed in his darkened bedroom. The blonde vampire's eyes shown wetly and he stretched a shaking hand out toward Angel as he shook his head. The dark vampire tried to open his mouth to speak, either to Spike or to ask Illyria to stop what she was doing to him, but he only slumped trembling against the wall never breaking eye contact with Spike as he began to cum - for what would be the first of many times.