Story: "Vampire Games" - Spike/Angel - NC-17
Title: Vampire Games
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: NC-17 just in case
Warnings: sexual themes, lots of naughtiness
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Summary: After Christmas, Spike and Angel are still having fun - and get themselves a little too exposed. *g* Works as a sequel to "Sticky Sweet" or as a standalone.
When Angel regained consciousness, he groaned and lifted himself off the floor. Half awake he set to cleaning up the mess in the penthouse and then gave up. His eyes fell on Spike, spotting him by pale hair and skin only.
The living room was a picture of Christmas mayhem, with wads and shreds of wrapping paper littering the floor. Spike had collapsed onto his stomach in a pile of the colored paper, naked and sticky and practically purring in his sleep.
Angel didn't even want to imagine what the kitchen looked like. He wasn't sure when work or even Christmas fit into the avalanche of sex that had taken out the last week - or two weeks. It took him a long moment to remember for the third time that the entire firm was out on holiday break. It wasn't exactly a common tradition, and Angel hadn't been planning on it, but he was the one who had insisted that every single person be given a vacation. It might've helped that Spike's silver tongue was doing unspeakable things to him when he called Harmony to relay the command.
Angel's silver tongue had done a lot more impressive work, with a lot of help from the numerous little toys that Spike had given him for Christmas. He wasn't a big fan of vibrators, plugs and other things he'd never heard of - some of which he couldn't begin to understand - but realized they were more of a gift to Spike. Then when he realized how much Spike enjoyed trying them together, he realized they were a gift for both of them. Case in point, the avalanche of sex, and an extremely blissful Spike who would probably jump at giving Angel a very thorough tongue bath. Too bad they'd already used up all of the honey and other syrups in the apartment.
Angel crept closer to his sleeping lover, getting down onto his knees and leaning over Spike's back. The wrapping paper crinkled beneath his movements, giving him away, but Spike only shifted just slightly.
The blonde smelled strongly of Angel and sex, and the combination along with the deeply sated, exhausted look on Spike's face made Angel happier and harder than ever before. Angel mentally reeled back a little, making sure that enough weight was still in his conscience to keep him from being perfectly happy. It wasn't easy to do, but then again, neither was Spike.
Angel reached out, laying a hand on Spike's ass and giving him a sharp pinch. The blonde twitched and opened his eyes, then slowly curled and stretched when Angel ran a hand down his spine. Spike purred and then stopped, gasping softly when one of Angel's fingers pushed inside of him and curled, stroking him from the inside. He made a soft noise and then began to purr again.
"Merry Christmas," Spike said in a low, raspy voice, sounding dazed. He closed his eyes and arched his back slightly under Angel.
"I think Christmas was two days ago," Angel responded in an equally low voice.
"What time is it?" Spike opened his eyes and blinked. "What day is it?"
"I don't know," Angel whispered, and then giggled softly, which made Spike sit up as much as he could.
"Jesus," Spike mumbled, seeing that Angel was fully hard again, and he was quick on his way to getting there. "You're going to wear me raw."
"And you love it," Angel replied teasingly, thrusting against Spike's prostate slowly and making him groan. "I've got an idea."
"We're not seeing how much I can take in me arse again," Spike mumbled moodily, though he sounded like he could be quickly persuaded with a nice rimming, and Angel was sorely tempted, but there'd be plenty of time for that later.
"I want to play a game," Angel told him, which immediately got a wary look from Spike in response. He gave him a playful, reassuring smile. "Naked hide and seek," he said, lifting an eyebrow.
"You always cheat," Spike complained, though it was obvious he didn't seem to mind too much.
"Everyone's gone from the office," Angel explained to him. "We have the whole firm to ourselves."
"I wanna seek first," Spike said, knowing that when he found Angel he'd get to top him.
"Count to twenty," Angel told him eagerly, getting off of Spike and running to the elevator. He wouldn't be able to get very far, and the game was more fun when one really had to track down the other, but he wanted the first round to be an easy giveaway before the real game began. They'd be able to last for hours anyway.
The elevator took up half of his time, and when he stepped out he was trying to find a quick spot to hide when he nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Wesley! Fred," Angel quickly moved behind his chair, using the back of it to cover himself. "Uhh, uhm, what- what are you doing here?"
"Research," Wesley said, apparently in the process of trying to pretend he hadn't just seen Angel completely naked, though to be fair it wasn't the first time. "Concerning the Blackfoot tribe," he added, just to distract himself. Fred was blushing fiercely.
"I gave you all the, the week off," Angel said.
"Unfortunately the world doesn't stop turning," Wesley said blandly, not trying to be rude but stating a fact.
"Is this what you do when there's no one around?" Fred teased. "Or is it a special occasion?"
"Not… often," Angel said slowly.
"I'm sure I'd rather not know," Wesley said, when the elevator door slid open.
"Oh, now you're not even trying," Spike said, immediately bounding to Angel. The brunette tried to protest and push Spike away, but the blonde just pressed harder against him, growling playfully and biting at Angel's ear and chin.
"Spike, Spike, stop," Angel said softly, and Spike suddenly realized that they weren't alone. He froze, like a rabbit in headlights, waiting for something to break the moment.
"Oh," Fred said after what felt like an extremely long moment. "Oh," she repeated in a different tone, trying not to smile.
"This… This isn't…" Angel trailed off, realizing he couldn't try to begin to deny it.
"I'm sure you were just… doing vampire things," Wesley said, though he clearly didn't believe it.
"Yeah, vampire things," Spike pitched in. "We were, you know, trying to kill each other. That's how we have fun, you know. Grr," he added for emphasis.
"You were fighting naked," Fred surmised, still trying hard not to burst into a grin or laughter. "That biting looked an awful lot like kissing."
"Yeah, well, to be fair they're often one in the same for us," Spike objected. He paused for a second and then rolled his eyes. "Alright, sod off already, unless you want to watch us shag."
"Right then," Wesley said briskly, tipping his chin up briefly in farewell and turning tail to head out the door. Five seconds passed and then he came back to grab Fred's arm and lead her out of the office.
"Now they know," Angel groaned softly with dread.
"Good, now we won't have to dance around," Spike retorted, then bent Angel over the desk and gave him something to really groan about.
Author: Guardian Erin
Rating: NC-17 just in case
Warnings: sexual themes, lots of naughtiness
Fandom: Angel
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Disclaimer: I do not own.
Summary: After Christmas, Spike and Angel are still having fun - and get themselves a little too exposed. *g* Works as a sequel to "Sticky Sweet" or as a standalone.
When Angel regained consciousness, he groaned and lifted himself off the floor. Half awake he set to cleaning up the mess in the penthouse and then gave up. His eyes fell on Spike, spotting him by pale hair and skin only.
The living room was a picture of Christmas mayhem, with wads and shreds of wrapping paper littering the floor. Spike had collapsed onto his stomach in a pile of the colored paper, naked and sticky and practically purring in his sleep.
Angel didn't even want to imagine what the kitchen looked like. He wasn't sure when work or even Christmas fit into the avalanche of sex that had taken out the last week - or two weeks. It took him a long moment to remember for the third time that the entire firm was out on holiday break. It wasn't exactly a common tradition, and Angel hadn't been planning on it, but he was the one who had insisted that every single person be given a vacation. It might've helped that Spike's silver tongue was doing unspeakable things to him when he called Harmony to relay the command.
Angel's silver tongue had done a lot more impressive work, with a lot of help from the numerous little toys that Spike had given him for Christmas. He wasn't a big fan of vibrators, plugs and other things he'd never heard of - some of which he couldn't begin to understand - but realized they were more of a gift to Spike. Then when he realized how much Spike enjoyed trying them together, he realized they were a gift for both of them. Case in point, the avalanche of sex, and an extremely blissful Spike who would probably jump at giving Angel a very thorough tongue bath. Too bad they'd already used up all of the honey and other syrups in the apartment.
Angel crept closer to his sleeping lover, getting down onto his knees and leaning over Spike's back. The wrapping paper crinkled beneath his movements, giving him away, but Spike only shifted just slightly.
The blonde smelled strongly of Angel and sex, and the combination along with the deeply sated, exhausted look on Spike's face made Angel happier and harder than ever before. Angel mentally reeled back a little, making sure that enough weight was still in his conscience to keep him from being perfectly happy. It wasn't easy to do, but then again, neither was Spike.
Angel reached out, laying a hand on Spike's ass and giving him a sharp pinch. The blonde twitched and opened his eyes, then slowly curled and stretched when Angel ran a hand down his spine. Spike purred and then stopped, gasping softly when one of Angel's fingers pushed inside of him and curled, stroking him from the inside. He made a soft noise and then began to purr again.
"Merry Christmas," Spike said in a low, raspy voice, sounding dazed. He closed his eyes and arched his back slightly under Angel.
"I think Christmas was two days ago," Angel responded in an equally low voice.
"What time is it?" Spike opened his eyes and blinked. "What day is it?"
"I don't know," Angel whispered, and then giggled softly, which made Spike sit up as much as he could.
"Jesus," Spike mumbled, seeing that Angel was fully hard again, and he was quick on his way to getting there. "You're going to wear me raw."
"And you love it," Angel replied teasingly, thrusting against Spike's prostate slowly and making him groan. "I've got an idea."
"We're not seeing how much I can take in me arse again," Spike mumbled moodily, though he sounded like he could be quickly persuaded with a nice rimming, and Angel was sorely tempted, but there'd be plenty of time for that later.
"I want to play a game," Angel told him, which immediately got a wary look from Spike in response. He gave him a playful, reassuring smile. "Naked hide and seek," he said, lifting an eyebrow.
"You always cheat," Spike complained, though it was obvious he didn't seem to mind too much.
"Everyone's gone from the office," Angel explained to him. "We have the whole firm to ourselves."
"I wanna seek first," Spike said, knowing that when he found Angel he'd get to top him.
"Count to twenty," Angel told him eagerly, getting off of Spike and running to the elevator. He wouldn't be able to get very far, and the game was more fun when one really had to track down the other, but he wanted the first round to be an easy giveaway before the real game began. They'd be able to last for hours anyway.
The elevator took up half of his time, and when he stepped out he was trying to find a quick spot to hide when he nearly jumped out of his skin.
"Wesley! Fred," Angel quickly moved behind his chair, using the back of it to cover himself. "Uhh, uhm, what- what are you doing here?"
"Research," Wesley said, apparently in the process of trying to pretend he hadn't just seen Angel completely naked, though to be fair it wasn't the first time. "Concerning the Blackfoot tribe," he added, just to distract himself. Fred was blushing fiercely.
"I gave you all the, the week off," Angel said.
"Unfortunately the world doesn't stop turning," Wesley said blandly, not trying to be rude but stating a fact.
"Is this what you do when there's no one around?" Fred teased. "Or is it a special occasion?"
"Not… often," Angel said slowly.
"I'm sure I'd rather not know," Wesley said, when the elevator door slid open.
"Oh, now you're not even trying," Spike said, immediately bounding to Angel. The brunette tried to protest and push Spike away, but the blonde just pressed harder against him, growling playfully and biting at Angel's ear and chin.
"Spike, Spike, stop," Angel said softly, and Spike suddenly realized that they weren't alone. He froze, like a rabbit in headlights, waiting for something to break the moment.
"Oh," Fred said after what felt like an extremely long moment. "Oh," she repeated in a different tone, trying not to smile.
"This… This isn't…" Angel trailed off, realizing he couldn't try to begin to deny it.
"I'm sure you were just… doing vampire things," Wesley said, though he clearly didn't believe it.
"Yeah, vampire things," Spike pitched in. "We were, you know, trying to kill each other. That's how we have fun, you know. Grr," he added for emphasis.
"You were fighting naked," Fred surmised, still trying hard not to burst into a grin or laughter. "That biting looked an awful lot like kissing."
"Yeah, well, to be fair they're often one in the same for us," Spike objected. He paused for a second and then rolled his eyes. "Alright, sod off already, unless you want to watch us shag."
"Right then," Wesley said briskly, tipping his chin up briefly in farewell and turning tail to head out the door. Five seconds passed and then he came back to grab Fred's arm and lead her out of the office.
"Now they know," Angel groaned softly with dread.
"Good, now we won't have to dance around," Spike retorted, then bent Angel over the desk and gave him something to really groan about.