Buffyverse Fic: Mindfuck [Spike/Angel] 1/1
I was reading something or other earlier (don't even remember what now) and the word 'mindfuck' was used. Of course, not quite in this context, but you'll see what I mean. *g* Anyway, this...image...popped in my head and wouldn't go away until I wrote it down, so here it is. Set sometime during AtS Season 5. Hope you enjoy!
ETA on December 4th, 2005: Newly edited and beta'd by kitty_poker1 (I originally wrote this before I had a beta) to use for smut_69 prompt #43 Talking Dirty because I doubt I'd be able to come up with anything I like better. Here's my Big Kinky Table for the challenge.
Mindfuck
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC17
Warning: bondage, mild D/s
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit...just borrowing them to get the plot bunny that invaded my brain to shut up already.
Word Count: 986 words
Setting: Season 5 of AtS
Summary: Every one of Spike's past lovers had commented at some point about how much they loved his dirty mouth, how he could bring them off with just words, and Spike always smiled a secret smile, knowing it was true because he had learned from the best.
Special thanks to eyezrthewindows for the read through that saved me from posting this with glaring problems. I *heart* you.
"You can feel it, can't you." A statement, not a question, both of them already knowing it to be true. Still, Spike moaned in answer, the only recourse left to him as he lay naked and spread-eagled on the bed, tied down, gagged and blindfolded.
Cool air whispered against his ear as Angelus spoke in low tones full of promise, just like he had been for over half an hour now. "Such a good little bitch, aren't you?"
Spike arched up as far as he could, trying in vain to make contact with his tormentor. Above him, Angelus chuckled. His amusement would have infuriated Spike if he hadn't been so turned on by that point, so hard and desperate that all it did was heighten his need instead. Spike could feel Angelus hovering above him, inches away, but no matter how he arched and strained and whimpered his Sire refused to make contact of any kind. Not even Angelus' cock touched him, although Spike could tell by the smell that it was hard enough to leak precum and therefore protrude proudly from between his legs.
Instead, Angelus just talked, told him all the ways he was going to fuck him, all the dirty things he was going to force Spike to do. Spike would, too; they both knew it. He'd mouth off and fight him over some of it, earn himself punishment they'd both end up enjoying anyway, but in the end Spike would get on his hands and knees, naked, in the middle of Wolfram & Hart's lobby and present himself to Angelus if that was what he demanded.
Spike could feel Angelus' lips ghost down the side of his neck, the sensation physical, as if he was actually touching him. Spike shuddered in response, his cock hardening to the point of pain.
"Hmm you smell good, right on the edge. One word and you'll go over for me, won't you." Again, a statement, not a question.
Every one of Spike's past lovers had commented at some point about how much they loved his dirty mouth, how he could bring them off with just words, and Spike always smiled a secret smile, knowing it was true because he had learned from the best. And the best was reminding him again of just how soddin' good it felt to be on the receiving end of those wicked words.
Spike tensed as he felt the air above him shift, wondering what Angelus would do next. When he felt cool air blow deliberately on his cock a moment later, Spike began to shake with the effort not to cum, knowing that to do so without being given permission would mean a cock ring clamped around his dick for a week with no relief.
Angelus' voice, evil and wicked in tone and word, drifted up to Spike's ears from groin level. "When I saw you in that alley that night, I had to have you. Do you know why, boy?"
Spike shook his head and whimpered, even though he did know, even though Angelus had told him a million times. He wanted to hear it again.
There was a smile in his voice when Angelus said, "Because I knew what a pretty little whore you'd make, how perfect you'd look tied up and gagged just like this, whimpering and moaning, wanting my cock inside you, fucking your tight little ass."
As Angelus spoke, Spike sensed his lips ghosting up from his groin, over his stomach, past his chest, until he could practically feel Angelus' mouth hovering just above his own, only a whisper of air and a ball gag separating them.
"When I untie your ankles and spread you open to fuck you, I'm going to pull out this gag so I can hear you beg for it. You always beg so well, pleading for my cock, crying out like a horny little slut when I give it to you, when I shove it deep inside and slam into your sweet spot. Do you want me to do that now, end this torture and just take you, hard and fast?"
Spike moaned, the sound muffled by the gag, and nodded his head frantically. He arched and twisted, crying out in frustration when his overly sensitized skin met nothing but air.
"Lie still," Angelus commanded.
Spike fell still immediately, his entire body quivering. He held on by a thread, ready to explode if only Angelus would say the word.
And then the voice was at his ear again, commanding, "Cum for me. Now."
Spike screamed into the gag as his body arched like a bowstring. Muscles strained against bindings and his head pressed back into the mattress as his cock obeyed, semen shooting from the tip, Spike's body well trained to respond to that very command over a century ago without so much as a single touch.
After, Spike sagged into the bed, panting through his nose as if he actually needed air, body limp and sated. Strong but shaky fingers pulled the blindfold from his eyes and removed the gag from his mouth. Spike licked dry lips and looked up into dark eyes, seeing that Angel was back in control. Not that Angel and Angelus were separate entities sharing one body; they were just separate sides of the same being.
Spike knew the games they played night after nightafter the others had gone home for the daywere wrong. Going back in time, pretending they were unsouled, unleashing their demons with each other as a way to relieve stress couldn't be a good idea. In the end, Spike had a feeling it would come back to bite them both but not yet, not for a while. So Spike kept coming back for more because, at the end of the day, after repeatedly saving the innocent and the world and getting sod all in return, Angelus always gave the best mindfuck consequences be damned.
~ Finis
ETA on December 4th, 2005: Newly edited and beta'd by kitty_poker1 (I originally wrote this before I had a beta) to use for smut_69 prompt #43 Talking Dirty because I doubt I'd be able to come up with anything I like better. Here's my Big Kinky Table for the challenge.
Mindfuck
Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC17
Warning: bondage, mild D/s
Disclaimer: Not mine, not for profit...just borrowing them to get the plot bunny that invaded my brain to shut up already.
Word Count: 986 words
Setting: Season 5 of AtS
Summary: Every one of Spike's past lovers had commented at some point about how much they loved his dirty mouth, how he could bring them off with just words, and Spike always smiled a secret smile, knowing it was true because he had learned from the best.
Special thanks to eyezrthewindows for the read through that saved me from posting this with glaring problems. I *heart* you.
"You can feel it, can't you." A statement, not a question, both of them already knowing it to be true. Still, Spike moaned in answer, the only recourse left to him as he lay naked and spread-eagled on the bed, tied down, gagged and blindfolded.
Cool air whispered against his ear as Angelus spoke in low tones full of promise, just like he had been for over half an hour now. "Such a good little bitch, aren't you?"
Spike arched up as far as he could, trying in vain to make contact with his tormentor. Above him, Angelus chuckled. His amusement would have infuriated Spike if he hadn't been so turned on by that point, so hard and desperate that all it did was heighten his need instead. Spike could feel Angelus hovering above him, inches away, but no matter how he arched and strained and whimpered his Sire refused to make contact of any kind. Not even Angelus' cock touched him, although Spike could tell by the smell that it was hard enough to leak precum and therefore protrude proudly from between his legs.
Instead, Angelus just talked, told him all the ways he was going to fuck him, all the dirty things he was going to force Spike to do. Spike would, too; they both knew it. He'd mouth off and fight him over some of it, earn himself punishment they'd both end up enjoying anyway, but in the end Spike would get on his hands and knees, naked, in the middle of Wolfram & Hart's lobby and present himself to Angelus if that was what he demanded.
Spike could feel Angelus' lips ghost down the side of his neck, the sensation physical, as if he was actually touching him. Spike shuddered in response, his cock hardening to the point of pain.
"Hmm you smell good, right on the edge. One word and you'll go over for me, won't you." Again, a statement, not a question.
Every one of Spike's past lovers had commented at some point about how much they loved his dirty mouth, how he could bring them off with just words, and Spike always smiled a secret smile, knowing it was true because he had learned from the best. And the best was reminding him again of just how soddin' good it felt to be on the receiving end of those wicked words.
Spike tensed as he felt the air above him shift, wondering what Angelus would do next. When he felt cool air blow deliberately on his cock a moment later, Spike began to shake with the effort not to cum, knowing that to do so without being given permission would mean a cock ring clamped around his dick for a week with no relief.
Angelus' voice, evil and wicked in tone and word, drifted up to Spike's ears from groin level. "When I saw you in that alley that night, I had to have you. Do you know why, boy?"
Spike shook his head and whimpered, even though he did know, even though Angelus had told him a million times. He wanted to hear it again.
There was a smile in his voice when Angelus said, "Because I knew what a pretty little whore you'd make, how perfect you'd look tied up and gagged just like this, whimpering and moaning, wanting my cock inside you, fucking your tight little ass."
As Angelus spoke, Spike sensed his lips ghosting up from his groin, over his stomach, past his chest, until he could practically feel Angelus' mouth hovering just above his own, only a whisper of air and a ball gag separating them.
"When I untie your ankles and spread you open to fuck you, I'm going to pull out this gag so I can hear you beg for it. You always beg so well, pleading for my cock, crying out like a horny little slut when I give it to you, when I shove it deep inside and slam into your sweet spot. Do you want me to do that now, end this torture and just take you, hard and fast?"
Spike moaned, the sound muffled by the gag, and nodded his head frantically. He arched and twisted, crying out in frustration when his overly sensitized skin met nothing but air.
"Lie still," Angelus commanded.
Spike fell still immediately, his entire body quivering. He held on by a thread, ready to explode if only Angelus would say the word.
And then the voice was at his ear again, commanding, "Cum for me. Now."
Spike screamed into the gag as his body arched like a bowstring. Muscles strained against bindings and his head pressed back into the mattress as his cock obeyed, semen shooting from the tip, Spike's body well trained to respond to that very command over a century ago without so much as a single touch.
After, Spike sagged into the bed, panting through his nose as if he actually needed air, body limp and sated. Strong but shaky fingers pulled the blindfold from his eyes and removed the gag from his mouth. Spike licked dry lips and looked up into dark eyes, seeing that Angel was back in control. Not that Angel and Angelus were separate entities sharing one body; they were just separate sides of the same being.
Spike knew the games they played night after nightafter the others had gone home for the daywere wrong. Going back in time, pretending they were unsouled, unleashing their demons with each other as a way to relieve stress couldn't be a good idea. In the end, Spike had a feeling it would come back to bite them both but not yet, not for a while. So Spike kept coming back for more because, at the end of the day, after repeatedly saving the innocent and the world and getting sod all in return, Angelus always gave the best mindfuck consequences be damned.
~ Finis