A Deathday IOU for zoesmith
Title: A Deathday IOU
Author: thelastchickpea
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash (m/m sex), a bit of fluffiness, a bit of bloodplay
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or their stories. It's all Joss Whedon. It's not for profit so please don't sue.
Spoilers: This would be some sort of alternative AtS Season 5. Nothing's spoiled though.
Summary: Angel's bad at giving presents. Lorne is helpful, Angel is submissive, and Spike is thankful.
Feedback and typo catches are so very much appreciated. Enjoy :D
For zoesmith who said she would like some reversed-dynamics Spangel. Happy belated birthday! *hugs*
A Deathday IOU
“An IOU.”
“Yeah. Fred said that it would be romantic.” Angel said with bewilderment to Lorne, who was sitting across from him and massaging his forehead in a manner that showed that he really wanted a drink before discussing this.
“Angel,” Lorne got up and opened Angel’s whiskey, “I love our Fredikins and would never question her motives. However, you must remember that she lived on Pylea for five years. Do you know what I used to get as a nice gift on Pylea? Severed toes.” At that, Lorne took a quick swallow of whisky straight from the bottle.
“And yes, an IOU is quite thoughtful for a little everyday gift -”
“An everyday gift?” Angel drew his attention away from his whiskey. Lorne was putting it away quicker than Angel would like with that sort of price tag.
“Yes, Angel, you know, like a little favor gift. A ‘thank you for taking down that nasty’ or an ‘I really like having you around’ sort of thing. You know, like the ones Spike gives you.”
“Spike doesn’t give me gifts.”
“Oh I beg to differ Sweetcheeks! Our tasty little Blondie gives you lots of little gifts. Like when he stayed up late to finish that paperwork that you fell behind on, or when he picks up that whiskey that you love just because he ‘happened to be near the store’.” Lorne continued to count off more examples on his fingers. “Thoughtful little things like that. An IOU would be fine for one of those.”
“But not for a deathday gift?”
Lorne sighed as he stood up and then he put his palms down on Angel’s desk so that he could look down on the seated Angel.
“What did Spike get you for your deathday?” He questioned in a way that made it clear he knew exactly what the answer to that was.
“Tickets,” Angel mumbled.
“Tickets to what?” Lorne sounded just on the verge of exasperated.
“Tickets to the opera.”
“Why?”
“Because I like the opera.”
“Does Spike?’
“No.”
“But he went with you?”
“Yes.”
“And he dressed up? Behaved nicely? Pretended to be interested? Gave you a blow job on the ride home?”
Angel looked up sharply. Lorne was clearly fed-up with him now.
“Okay, okay, I get it. An IOU was a bad idea. What did he expect? I’m not good at these things Lorne! I thought that if I gave him an IOU, then he could just have whatever he wanted. I don’t know what he wants!” Angel got up and began to pace around the office while he ran a hand through his hair.
“So this is the problem Sweetness?” Lorne looked sympathetic after Angel’s confession, “you don’t want to disappoint your lover boy?”
“He’s not my lover boy,” Angel paused, “and yes.”
“Fortunately for you, guru Lorne is here and I think you can fix this.”
“What do you think I need to get him?” Angel looked at Lorne pleadingly.
“Oh no no no, Sugar Daddy. I’m not telling you what I think you should get him, because that’s not what he wants.”
“What - ”
“He wants what you think he wants.”
Angel blinked.
“What?” This was cryptic. Hell, Buffy’s cookie talk was downright logical when compared to this.
“Okay big guy, listen carefully. You’re going to think about what you think he would want to use that IOU for. Then, if you have any sense at all, you’re going to realize that he’s worth whatever sacrifice that will take on your part, and you’re going to give it to him without him needing to ask you for it.”
“You know exactly what he wants, don’t you?” Angel grumbled.
“Of course!” Lorne started to head for the door of the office, “and to be completely honest I think at some level you do too.”
Lorne closed the door behind him, leaving Angel standing in the middle of the office, trying to piece together exactly what Spike wanted from him.
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Angel lay out on his back and tested the chains around his wrists and they held firm to both of the bedposts. His wide collar was tight, but not too tight around his neck, and a ball gag, dildo, butt plug, and flogger were available on the side table, should Spike decide to use them.
Of course, Angel did have a few more imaginative items in his favorite antique chest, but he wanted to keep it simple since this would be the first time that -
Well god, it’s not that he never bottomed to Spike, it’s just that he didn’t bottom to Spike, as in ‘punish me daddy, then be gentle because I’ll be so good” bottom, because that would be weird, right? He was the Sire and Spike was the Childe, though technically he needed to add a grand in front of each of those, but then it became a bit of a mouthful to say in the heat of the moment and besides, Dru was many things, but an attentive instructor she was not. So really, they were Sire and Childe.
Except that now, they were Childe and Sire. Or they would be, unless Spike either ignored the note asking him to come upstairs or just looked at him and burst out laughing. Angel hoped he didn’t, because if this wasn’t the most vulnerable position he’d willingly put himself in -
“Wot are you doing?” Spike stood in the doorway of the bedroom, staring at Angel’s naked body stretched out on the bed.
“I’m giving you your deathday present,” Angel tried to sound sure of himself, but it was difficult when he was chained up and collared.
“Oh, I see. Now I’m just supposed to go over there and ravage you, yeah? And then we’ll never talk about it again, let alone do it again, and you’ll become an even more domineering git than you already are because you’ll be convinced that I somehow now have one up on you. That cover it, you arse!”
“Spike, please close the door.” Angel hissed, not really wanting anyone to hear this conversation.
“Fine.” Spike ground out and pushed the door shut.
“I want this.” Angel admitted quietly.
“Really?” Spike snapped, “you certainly don’t look like you want this. And little Angel down there definitely doesn’t look like he wants it.”
“We’re nervous.” Angel tried to smile. Spike couldn’t be too against the idea if he was giving Angel such a close look-over.
Spike sighed.
“Why are you nervous pet? We don’t have to do this. I’ve already cooled off about the IOU, alright?” Spike walked over and sat on the bed.
“I don’t -” Angel stopped, “I don’t do this, I mean, we don’t do this. And I’m used to taking care of people and the last time I did this was -” he didn’t say, and he knew that Spike didn’t expect him to.
“So why are you doing this?” Spike asked quietly as he ran a hand up and down the side of Angel’s body and watched the muscles twitch under his touch.
“Because I want this with you,” Angel said as he looked up at the ceiling, “this would be nice. I like being your Sire, and trust me, that won’t stop, but I - I love you. So I know that you’ll take care of me.”
Spike smiled and then touched his lips to Angel’s.
“Of course I will,” he whispered, “let Daddy take care of you, baby.”
“Mmmmm” Angel hummed as Spike began to kiss along his jaw.
“I like that you got me toys baby,” Angel could barely hear Spike as he moved one leg over to the other side of Angel and began to gently play with each of his nipples with his surprisingly sharp fingernails.
“But I think I’ll just play with you tonight, if it’s all the same to you.” Spike pulled away from his current attentions to look at Angel with such an unexpected amount of vulnerability that it made Angel ache. He had never thought about how this might be different and even difficult for Spike. Pulling his head up enough to quickly capture Spike’s lips, he breathed out his affirmation.
Smiling, Spike sat up so that he was straddling Angel and he slowly pulled his t-shirt up over his head. He then slowly lowered himself back down onto Angel so that their bare chests were touching and he could return his attention to Angel’s pale neck. As he nipped along the edge of the collar, he rocked his body back so that Angel’s growing erection could rub against his own clothed one.
“You look so good when you’re mine,” he purred and then pushed his tongue under the collar to lick at the sensitive skin of Angel’s neck. Angel took in a sharp breath of pain.
Spike pulled his tongue back and looked as though something tasted a bit off to him.
With a look of gentle confusion, he unbuckled the collar and carefully pulled it away from Angel’s neck. When the spot that he had been licking at was revealed, his eyes quickly turned to gold.
“You did this for me?” he asked heatedly as he vamped out and continued to stare at Angel’s neck.
There, just above Darla’s original bite, was a tattoo that Spike knew when he laid his fangs against would perfectly match his bite.
“Yes,” Angel finally managed.
Spike was completely still except for his hand that he ran gently over the still-healing mark.
“Angel,” he leaned down and began to lick the tattoo and speed up it’s healing, “you’re mine.”
“Oh god,” Angel hissed as he felt one of Spike’s hands reach down and begin to fondle his balls, “yours.”
Spike growled and Angel knew that he was beginning to reach his breaking point. He quickly crawled backwards until he was between Angel’s legs, quickly whipped off his pants, and before Angel even had time to process the situation he had his thighs over Spike’s shoulders as Spike nipped and licked at his quivering hole.
For what seemed like hours, Spike kept up his painfully slow exploration that extended from in between Angel’s cheeks to the tip of his shaft. Whenever Angel felt that he was finally going to be able to release, Spike would gently pull down on his balls until the urgency lessened. The frustrated pleasure never came to a peak, and Angel could not take it much longer.
“Oh god, o god god god,” Angel begged as he thrashed his head back and forth, “Spike, spike, Daddy! Daddy please!”
“Mmmm…what does my boy want?” Spike hummed which sent a shock that tightened Angel’s balls a little more.
“Take me, fuck please take me.”
“Shhh…Daddy’s going to take care of you.”
With that, Spike lowered Angel’s body down until Spike’s cock was lined up perfectly with Angel’s very ready entrance.
Angel whimpered and tried to buck himself further onto Spike as Spike slowly entered him.
“Calm down, baby boy,” Spike locked eyes with Angel as he repeated the words that he had heard from the other vampire long ago, “you’re going to be mine before you know it.”
They both groaned as Spike began to slowly build up his rhythm. Thrusting in and out and hitting that spot inside again and again and -
“Oh fuck, Spike,” Angel moaned, “oh fuck fuck fuck Daddy oh please please - ”
“You almost there baby?” Spike shouted as he went even harder and deeper.
“Yes, oh god, please let me come!” Angel clenched his eyes shut.
“Watch me boy.”
Angel forced his eyes open to see Spike, whose hips continued to move just - oh fuck - just like that, bring one of his pale hands to his fangs and cut his fingertip. He then slowly brought his hand down to Angel’s leaking slit and ran his blood-covered digit through it.
“Come baby.”
Angel screamed and his hole spasmed as he came all over Spike’s hand and his own chest. He could feel Spike coming inside him as Spike’s cries of release joined his own, and then he felt Spike pounce forward on top of him and bite into his neck just next to the new claim marks.
Softly groaning in the afterglow, Angel listened to Spike’s delicate sips as he teased more blood out of the closing wound. When Spike was done he lay with his head on Angel’s shoulder, cut open his fingertip again and guided it to Angel’s mouth. Angel quietly nursed at it as he and looked at each other with looks on their faces that they would surely deny later.
After Spike’s finger had healed up again, Spike undid the cuffs around Angel’s hands and then opened his arms for Angel to curl up into his embrace.
“Thank you Angel,” Spike murmured into his ear, “that was perfect.”
“It was,” Angel replied quietly, “you made it perfect.”
Spike smirked and then traced his tongue around the rim of Angel’s ear.
“Be ready for the morning though, pet. My IOU is still good.”
Angel chuckled.
“I trust you.”
The End
Author: thelastchickpea
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Slash (m/m sex), a bit of fluffiness, a bit of bloodplay
Disclaimer: I do not own these characters or their stories. It's all Joss Whedon. It's not for profit so please don't sue.
Spoilers: This would be some sort of alternative AtS Season 5. Nothing's spoiled though.
Summary: Angel's bad at giving presents. Lorne is helpful, Angel is submissive, and Spike is thankful.
Feedback and typo catches are so very much appreciated. Enjoy :D
For zoesmith who said she would like some reversed-dynamics Spangel. Happy belated birthday! *hugs*
A Deathday IOU
“An IOU.”
“Yeah. Fred said that it would be romantic.” Angel said with bewilderment to Lorne, who was sitting across from him and massaging his forehead in a manner that showed that he really wanted a drink before discussing this.
“Angel,” Lorne got up and opened Angel’s whiskey, “I love our Fredikins and would never question her motives. However, you must remember that she lived on Pylea for five years. Do you know what I used to get as a nice gift on Pylea? Severed toes.” At that, Lorne took a quick swallow of whisky straight from the bottle.
“And yes, an IOU is quite thoughtful for a little everyday gift -”
“An everyday gift?” Angel drew his attention away from his whiskey. Lorne was putting it away quicker than Angel would like with that sort of price tag.
“Yes, Angel, you know, like a little favor gift. A ‘thank you for taking down that nasty’ or an ‘I really like having you around’ sort of thing. You know, like the ones Spike gives you.”
“Spike doesn’t give me gifts.”
“Oh I beg to differ Sweetcheeks! Our tasty little Blondie gives you lots of little gifts. Like when he stayed up late to finish that paperwork that you fell behind on, or when he picks up that whiskey that you love just because he ‘happened to be near the store’.” Lorne continued to count off more examples on his fingers. “Thoughtful little things like that. An IOU would be fine for one of those.”
“But not for a deathday gift?”
Lorne sighed as he stood up and then he put his palms down on Angel’s desk so that he could look down on the seated Angel.
“What did Spike get you for your deathday?” He questioned in a way that made it clear he knew exactly what the answer to that was.
“Tickets,” Angel mumbled.
“Tickets to what?” Lorne sounded just on the verge of exasperated.
“Tickets to the opera.”
“Why?”
“Because I like the opera.”
“Does Spike?’
“No.”
“But he went with you?”
“Yes.”
“And he dressed up? Behaved nicely? Pretended to be interested? Gave you a blow job on the ride home?”
Angel looked up sharply. Lorne was clearly fed-up with him now.
“Okay, okay, I get it. An IOU was a bad idea. What did he expect? I’m not good at these things Lorne! I thought that if I gave him an IOU, then he could just have whatever he wanted. I don’t know what he wants!” Angel got up and began to pace around the office while he ran a hand through his hair.
“So this is the problem Sweetness?” Lorne looked sympathetic after Angel’s confession, “you don’t want to disappoint your lover boy?”
“He’s not my lover boy,” Angel paused, “and yes.”
“Fortunately for you, guru Lorne is here and I think you can fix this.”
“What do you think I need to get him?” Angel looked at Lorne pleadingly.
“Oh no no no, Sugar Daddy. I’m not telling you what I think you should get him, because that’s not what he wants.”
“What - ”
“He wants what you think he wants.”
Angel blinked.
“What?” This was cryptic. Hell, Buffy’s cookie talk was downright logical when compared to this.
“Okay big guy, listen carefully. You’re going to think about what you think he would want to use that IOU for. Then, if you have any sense at all, you’re going to realize that he’s worth whatever sacrifice that will take on your part, and you’re going to give it to him without him needing to ask you for it.”
“You know exactly what he wants, don’t you?” Angel grumbled.
“Of course!” Lorne started to head for the door of the office, “and to be completely honest I think at some level you do too.”
Lorne closed the door behind him, leaving Angel standing in the middle of the office, trying to piece together exactly what Spike wanted from him.
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Angel lay out on his back and tested the chains around his wrists and they held firm to both of the bedposts. His wide collar was tight, but not too tight around his neck, and a ball gag, dildo, butt plug, and flogger were available on the side table, should Spike decide to use them.
Of course, Angel did have a few more imaginative items in his favorite antique chest, but he wanted to keep it simple since this would be the first time that -
Well god, it’s not that he never bottomed to Spike, it’s just that he didn’t bottom to Spike, as in ‘punish me daddy, then be gentle because I’ll be so good” bottom, because that would be weird, right? He was the Sire and Spike was the Childe, though technically he needed to add a grand in front of each of those, but then it became a bit of a mouthful to say in the heat of the moment and besides, Dru was many things, but an attentive instructor she was not. So really, they were Sire and Childe.
Except that now, they were Childe and Sire. Or they would be, unless Spike either ignored the note asking him to come upstairs or just looked at him and burst out laughing. Angel hoped he didn’t, because if this wasn’t the most vulnerable position he’d willingly put himself in -
“Wot are you doing?” Spike stood in the doorway of the bedroom, staring at Angel’s naked body stretched out on the bed.
“I’m giving you your deathday present,” Angel tried to sound sure of himself, but it was difficult when he was chained up and collared.
“Oh, I see. Now I’m just supposed to go over there and ravage you, yeah? And then we’ll never talk about it again, let alone do it again, and you’ll become an even more domineering git than you already are because you’ll be convinced that I somehow now have one up on you. That cover it, you arse!”
“Spike, please close the door.” Angel hissed, not really wanting anyone to hear this conversation.
“Fine.” Spike ground out and pushed the door shut.
“I want this.” Angel admitted quietly.
“Really?” Spike snapped, “you certainly don’t look like you want this. And little Angel down there definitely doesn’t look like he wants it.”
“We’re nervous.” Angel tried to smile. Spike couldn’t be too against the idea if he was giving Angel such a close look-over.
Spike sighed.
“Why are you nervous pet? We don’t have to do this. I’ve already cooled off about the IOU, alright?” Spike walked over and sat on the bed.
“I don’t -” Angel stopped, “I don’t do this, I mean, we don’t do this. And I’m used to taking care of people and the last time I did this was -” he didn’t say, and he knew that Spike didn’t expect him to.
“So why are you doing this?” Spike asked quietly as he ran a hand up and down the side of Angel’s body and watched the muscles twitch under his touch.
“Because I want this with you,” Angel said as he looked up at the ceiling, “this would be nice. I like being your Sire, and trust me, that won’t stop, but I - I love you. So I know that you’ll take care of me.”
Spike smiled and then touched his lips to Angel’s.
“Of course I will,” he whispered, “let Daddy take care of you, baby.”
“Mmmmm” Angel hummed as Spike began to kiss along his jaw.
“I like that you got me toys baby,” Angel could barely hear Spike as he moved one leg over to the other side of Angel and began to gently play with each of his nipples with his surprisingly sharp fingernails.
“But I think I’ll just play with you tonight, if it’s all the same to you.” Spike pulled away from his current attentions to look at Angel with such an unexpected amount of vulnerability that it made Angel ache. He had never thought about how this might be different and even difficult for Spike. Pulling his head up enough to quickly capture Spike’s lips, he breathed out his affirmation.
Smiling, Spike sat up so that he was straddling Angel and he slowly pulled his t-shirt up over his head. He then slowly lowered himself back down onto Angel so that their bare chests were touching and he could return his attention to Angel’s pale neck. As he nipped along the edge of the collar, he rocked his body back so that Angel’s growing erection could rub against his own clothed one.
“You look so good when you’re mine,” he purred and then pushed his tongue under the collar to lick at the sensitive skin of Angel’s neck. Angel took in a sharp breath of pain.
Spike pulled his tongue back and looked as though something tasted a bit off to him.
With a look of gentle confusion, he unbuckled the collar and carefully pulled it away from Angel’s neck. When the spot that he had been licking at was revealed, his eyes quickly turned to gold.
“You did this for me?” he asked heatedly as he vamped out and continued to stare at Angel’s neck.
There, just above Darla’s original bite, was a tattoo that Spike knew when he laid his fangs against would perfectly match his bite.
“Yes,” Angel finally managed.
Spike was completely still except for his hand that he ran gently over the still-healing mark.
“Angel,” he leaned down and began to lick the tattoo and speed up it’s healing, “you’re mine.”
“Oh god,” Angel hissed as he felt one of Spike’s hands reach down and begin to fondle his balls, “yours.”
Spike growled and Angel knew that he was beginning to reach his breaking point. He quickly crawled backwards until he was between Angel’s legs, quickly whipped off his pants, and before Angel even had time to process the situation he had his thighs over Spike’s shoulders as Spike nipped and licked at his quivering hole.
For what seemed like hours, Spike kept up his painfully slow exploration that extended from in between Angel’s cheeks to the tip of his shaft. Whenever Angel felt that he was finally going to be able to release, Spike would gently pull down on his balls until the urgency lessened. The frustrated pleasure never came to a peak, and Angel could not take it much longer.
“Oh god, o god god god,” Angel begged as he thrashed his head back and forth, “Spike, spike, Daddy! Daddy please!”
“Mmmm…what does my boy want?” Spike hummed which sent a shock that tightened Angel’s balls a little more.
“Take me, fuck please take me.”
“Shhh…Daddy’s going to take care of you.”
With that, Spike lowered Angel’s body down until Spike’s cock was lined up perfectly with Angel’s very ready entrance.
Angel whimpered and tried to buck himself further onto Spike as Spike slowly entered him.
“Calm down, baby boy,” Spike locked eyes with Angel as he repeated the words that he had heard from the other vampire long ago, “you’re going to be mine before you know it.”
They both groaned as Spike began to slowly build up his rhythm. Thrusting in and out and hitting that spot inside again and again and -
“Oh fuck, Spike,” Angel moaned, “oh fuck fuck fuck Daddy oh please please - ”
“You almost there baby?” Spike shouted as he went even harder and deeper.
“Yes, oh god, please let me come!” Angel clenched his eyes shut.
“Watch me boy.”
Angel forced his eyes open to see Spike, whose hips continued to move just - oh fuck - just like that, bring one of his pale hands to his fangs and cut his fingertip. He then slowly brought his hand down to Angel’s leaking slit and ran his blood-covered digit through it.
“Come baby.”
Angel screamed and his hole spasmed as he came all over Spike’s hand and his own chest. He could feel Spike coming inside him as Spike’s cries of release joined his own, and then he felt Spike pounce forward on top of him and bite into his neck just next to the new claim marks.
Softly groaning in the afterglow, Angel listened to Spike’s delicate sips as he teased more blood out of the closing wound. When Spike was done he lay with his head on Angel’s shoulder, cut open his fingertip again and guided it to Angel’s mouth. Angel quietly nursed at it as he and looked at each other with looks on their faces that they would surely deny later.
After Spike’s finger had healed up again, Spike undid the cuffs around Angel’s hands and then opened his arms for Angel to curl up into his embrace.
“Thank you Angel,” Spike murmured into his ear, “that was perfect.”
“It was,” Angel replied quietly, “you made it perfect.”
Spike smirked and then traced his tongue around the rim of Angel’s ear.
“Be ready for the morning though, pet. My IOU is still good.”
Angel chuckled.
“I trust you.”
The End