Spike Gets What he Wants
Spike Gets What he Wants
Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Summery: The title says it all…*smirk*
Disclaimer: Angel, Spike, as much as a care for you…you aren’t mine! *pout*
For:
zoesmith
Spike stood in the doorway and pouted. “But I wanna be top for once!”
Angel looked at him like he had lost his ever-loving mind. “You want to top so your whining?
Spike pouted more then stuck out his tongue. “I know damn well I can’t get what I want any other way. Now give in and let me top tonight!”
Angel chuckled. “Awe, is poor wittle Spike not getting his own way?”
Spike smirked and ran his tongue over his teeth. “’course if you let me top I could always pay ya back with my mouth…”
Angel’s amused expression turned to pure lust. “Anyway I want?”
Spike grinned, this was too easy. “Yep.”
Angel made a production of stripping slowly before grabbing the lube from the dresser and, turning his back to Spike, climbed onto the bed and began to stretch himself.
Spike was nearly drooling watching his Sire slide one slick finger into his ass, pumping it and out. When the second finger joined the first Spike began stripping. He watched as Angel scissored his fingers and began to add a third finger. Spike reached out and grabbed his hand. Angel removed his fingers and spred his ass cheeks wide with his hands.
Spike slathered his cock with lube before beginning to push it in the still tight ass of his Sire. The slight pain caused Angel to moan and push back against the invading member. Spike seat his cock and purred, knowing the combination would drive Angel made with want.
Angel began to squirm and Spike took it as a sign and began to thrust fast. “Takin’ cock from your Childe, such a loving Sire you are. Let your boy have you in this way, what would the others say?”
Angel moaned. “I like to please my boy, you’re such a good boy aren’t ya Spike? So happy to get this treat, gonna pay me back with your luscious mouth. “
Spike smirked, “Oh yeah gonna lick you up and down aren’t I Sire?”
He sped up his thrusts until he erupted deep within his Sire. Angel looked back at Spike with hunger in his eyes.
Spike pulled out and grabbed a babywipe from the packet in his jeans. Before Angel could really comprehend what he was doing Spike did up his jeans and sauntered to the door. “Oh second thought, nah I had my fun! Take care o’ that hard-on there boss, a frustrated leader is a bad leader!”
Angel howled with frustration as Spike whistled down the hallway.