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sevendeadlyfun) wrote2007-03-27 11:53 pm
sevendeadlyfun) wrote2007-03-27 11:53 pm
Entry tags:
- ltq,
- plot,
- slash,
- spike/angel
Live The Question
Pairing: Various (Spike/Angel this chapter)
Rating: NC-17 overall (NC-17 this chapter)
Warnings: plain old gay vampire sex
A/N: FINALLY! It took 24 freaking chapters to get to the good stuff! Next time, I'll dispense with the plot and just write the pr0n. Okay, I really won't but I wish I could. Thanks to everyone who waded through the plot to get here...a few more chapters after this one and we'll be all done. I'm working on a Spander fic now, so I won't leave you hanging for long! :)
Angel reached the top of the stairs, and huffed a harsh laugh. There was Spike, leaning against the wall and smirking. Angel shook his head ruefully. Was he that transparent?
“Knew you wanted to get your hands on my hot, tight little body,” Spike told him frankly. “Hell, Angel, it’s why you killed me.”
“It is not,” Angel protested feebly.
Spike quirked an eyebrow in disbelief.
“Well,” Angel conceded reluctantly, “it wasn’t the only reason. If it was just your body, I could have that and a good meal. No need to make you immortal just for sex.”
“Sure there is,” Spike smiled. “Shagging me for eternity. ‘S a bloody excellent reason.”
“Didn’t exactly work out that way though, did it?”
“Nope,” Spike said cheerfully, throwing an arm around Angel. “You got all repentant and noble. Not such a good shag when you’re wracked with guilt. Lucky for me, my soul never got in the way of that.”
“Uh-huh,” Angel nodded sagely. “So, you didn’t go completely crazy when you got your soul? Just took it back and went off with a merry skip?”
“We-ll, no. Was a bit of recrimination and insanity. But I got over it,” Spike nipped at Angel’s neck. “So, we done with the talking?”
“Yeah,” Angel groaned. “I think it’s safe to say I really don’t want to talk anymore.”
“Good. Tired of arsing around. Rather just have you screw me into the mattress,” Spike informed him huskily.
“I sincerely regret the times I said you were a bad planner. You,” Angel kissed him hard,” have the best plans.”
“Glad you think so,” Spike murmured, maneuvering Angel into the bedroom. “ ‘Cause I got lots of plans for us right now.”
“L-like what,” Angel moaned, his shirt falling off under Spike’s skilled hands. “Ungh, anything….ooh, interesting?”
Spike made his way to Angel’s nipples, nipping and tugging at the flat nubs. His teeth pulled them erect and he blew softly, sending shivers through Angel’s body.
“Very interesting,’ Spike purred, divesting Angel of his trousers. “Want to suck you blind and ride you ‘til you pass out.”
“Yep, th-that’s interesting all right,” Angel stammered, his voice dying away as Spike trailed kisses down his belly.
“Love your body,” Spike told him. “It’s beautiful, ‘specially this patch right here.”
Spike sank his teeth into the Angel’s hipbone, worrying the flesh with his tongue. The fresh musky taste of his Sire’s skin flooded his mouth and Spike groaned. He wanted to take his time, tease this familiar body to distraction. Once he got Angel under his hands and in his mouth, he wondered if he’d be able to last long enough to do much teasing.
He inched his way down to Angel’s groin, the thick dusky prick filling his vision. He licked a long line up the center of the organ and chuckled as Angel wobbled. He wrapped an arm around Angel’s knees and swirled his tongue around the moist tip, savoring the beads of salty pre-cum.
“Missed this,” he admitted softly. “Missed you. Hated you so much for leaving, for loving someone else.”
“Love…you,” Angel ground out, head light and knees weak.
“I know,” Spike said, as he nibbled lightly on Angel’s shaft. “But, you don’t love just me. Makes me crazy sometimes. Want you all for myself.”
“I…sweet Christ! Again,” Angel begged, as Spike slid all the way down and then all the way off his cock.
“Bed,” Spike panted. “Now.”
Angel complied with indecent haste, stretching his large frame out on the downy comforter. Spike pounced, leaping onto Angel and covering him with hard, frantic kisses. Stunned, Angel could only hold Spike and try to keep up.
“Mine,” Spike growled and returned to his position between Angel’s thighs. “Don’t wanna share you.”
“Spike,” Angel caressed the blonde locks, “I am yours.”
“No,” Spike shook his head emphatically,’ you ain’t. Part of you is mine, yeah. Right here, right now, you’re mine. But, not all mine all the time.”
Angel sighed, knowing that this wasn’t a fight he could win. Spike was right. Part of him belonged to Darla, to his son, to Buffy. He couldn’t ever be all Spike’s and Spike wouldn’t ever be all his. All he could do was hope that this, whatever this was, would be enough for Spike.
Spike buried his face in the curly thatch of dark hair surrounding Angel’s cock. Inhaling deeply, he moved down to lick and suck on the satiny skin of Angel’s balls. This was home, Spike thought. This scent, this taste, it dredged up memories of being a fledge. Hours spent lazing in bed, tasting blood and cum, learning the scents and tastes of his new family.
Pulling one full globe into his mouth, Spike suckled lightly. As he used his tongue to drive Angel mad, his hand crept downward. Lightly, he circled the down-covered hole and felt Angel twitch. He pulled his mouth away, releasing his prize with a loud pop. His finger kept circling, teasing that tight entrance as he stared up at Angel.
Angel writhed, his feet planted firmly on the bed. He wanted to push down and fuck himself on Spike’s finger. But, he’d never let another man inside. Sure, Darla had tormented him on many occasions, fucking his ass with crude sex toys or household objects. She was his Sire, that was her right. Letting Spike fuck him, though, was something different altogether.
Spike watched Angel, finally telling him, “Won’t do anything you don’t want, luv.”
“I know,” Angel answered. “I think that I do want it though. That’s what scares me.”
“Why,” Spike said, pressing his finger forward and breaching the dark vampire gently. Working just the tip of his finger in and out, his cock bounced at the look of want on Angel’s face. Angel’s hips circled, drawing a bit more of Spike’s finger inside.
“Because if we…do this,” Angel panted, hands straying towards his cock,” everything will change. It’ll be something…new and I don’t know if I can…ah! Can be different.”
“You berk,” Spike grunted, the sight of Angel fucking his finger and jerking off ratcheting up his desire. “ Everything is different already. Got souls, got a mission, got a whole new life, don’t we? Me buggering you isn’t gonna change anything that hasn’t already been changed.”
Angel wanted to speak, to think about what Spike said. His brain was shutting down, and all he could do was feel. He pushed down until Spike’s finger was all the way inside him. With a needy whimper, he tugged at his prick and thrust his hips. Spike simply crooked his finger and stroked upwards, putting pressure on Angel’s prostate.
Angel yanked his dick hard, feeling the pressure in his balls building. As Spike rubbed his sweet spot, he let loose a bellow. One final tug and he shot jet after jet of semen all over belly. Spike slipped his finger out and rose up to kneel over Angel. As Angel watched blearily, body wracked with post-orgasmic tremors, Spike stroked his cock smoothly, fingers running over the tip. Angel reached up and twisted one of Spike’s nipples. Spike convulsed in orgasm, his creamy cum splattering down to mix with Angel’s.
Spike sagged, and lay down next to Angel. Idly, he traced a path through the puddle of liquid and brought his finger to his mouth. With a throaty moan, he sucked his finger clean and went back for more.
Angel, still shaking, felt his cock stiffen as Spike enthusiastically lapped at their mixed spendings. He reached out to drag his lover closer when he heard a shout. Another, and then Faith screaming their names. They scrambled for their clothes, and bolted out of the bedroom. Whatever was happening, it put fear in Faith’s voice.
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, they were confronted with a veritable army. Snarling, Spike and Angel moved to join their team. Quick glances assured them that no one was hurt…yet. But, with a heavily armed cadre of teenage girls filling the lobby, it was probably a given that no one was getting out of here unscathed.
Rating: NC-17 overall (NC-17 this chapter)
Warnings: plain old gay vampire sex
A/N: FINALLY! It took 24 freaking chapters to get to the good stuff! Next time, I'll dispense with the plot and just write the pr0n. Okay, I really won't but I wish I could. Thanks to everyone who waded through the plot to get here...a few more chapters after this one and we'll be all done. I'm working on a Spander fic now, so I won't leave you hanging for long! :)
Angel reached the top of the stairs, and huffed a harsh laugh. There was Spike, leaning against the wall and smirking. Angel shook his head ruefully. Was he that transparent?
“Knew you wanted to get your hands on my hot, tight little body,” Spike told him frankly. “Hell, Angel, it’s why you killed me.”
“It is not,” Angel protested feebly.
Spike quirked an eyebrow in disbelief.
“Well,” Angel conceded reluctantly, “it wasn’t the only reason. If it was just your body, I could have that and a good meal. No need to make you immortal just for sex.”
“Sure there is,” Spike smiled. “Shagging me for eternity. ‘S a bloody excellent reason.”
“Didn’t exactly work out that way though, did it?”
“Nope,” Spike said cheerfully, throwing an arm around Angel. “You got all repentant and noble. Not such a good shag when you’re wracked with guilt. Lucky for me, my soul never got in the way of that.”
“Uh-huh,” Angel nodded sagely. “So, you didn’t go completely crazy when you got your soul? Just took it back and went off with a merry skip?”
“We-ll, no. Was a bit of recrimination and insanity. But I got over it,” Spike nipped at Angel’s neck. “So, we done with the talking?”
“Yeah,” Angel groaned. “I think it’s safe to say I really don’t want to talk anymore.”
“Good. Tired of arsing around. Rather just have you screw me into the mattress,” Spike informed him huskily.
“I sincerely regret the times I said you were a bad planner. You,” Angel kissed him hard,” have the best plans.”
“Glad you think so,” Spike murmured, maneuvering Angel into the bedroom. “ ‘Cause I got lots of plans for us right now.”
“L-like what,” Angel moaned, his shirt falling off under Spike’s skilled hands. “Ungh, anything….ooh, interesting?”
Spike made his way to Angel’s nipples, nipping and tugging at the flat nubs. His teeth pulled them erect and he blew softly, sending shivers through Angel’s body.
“Very interesting,’ Spike purred, divesting Angel of his trousers. “Want to suck you blind and ride you ‘til you pass out.”
“Yep, th-that’s interesting all right,” Angel stammered, his voice dying away as Spike trailed kisses down his belly.
“Love your body,” Spike told him. “It’s beautiful, ‘specially this patch right here.”
Spike sank his teeth into the Angel’s hipbone, worrying the flesh with his tongue. The fresh musky taste of his Sire’s skin flooded his mouth and Spike groaned. He wanted to take his time, tease this familiar body to distraction. Once he got Angel under his hands and in his mouth, he wondered if he’d be able to last long enough to do much teasing.
He inched his way down to Angel’s groin, the thick dusky prick filling his vision. He licked a long line up the center of the organ and chuckled as Angel wobbled. He wrapped an arm around Angel’s knees and swirled his tongue around the moist tip, savoring the beads of salty pre-cum.
“Missed this,” he admitted softly. “Missed you. Hated you so much for leaving, for loving someone else.”
“Love…you,” Angel ground out, head light and knees weak.
“I know,” Spike said, as he nibbled lightly on Angel’s shaft. “But, you don’t love just me. Makes me crazy sometimes. Want you all for myself.”
“I…sweet Christ! Again,” Angel begged, as Spike slid all the way down and then all the way off his cock.
“Bed,” Spike panted. “Now.”
Angel complied with indecent haste, stretching his large frame out on the downy comforter. Spike pounced, leaping onto Angel and covering him with hard, frantic kisses. Stunned, Angel could only hold Spike and try to keep up.
“Mine,” Spike growled and returned to his position between Angel’s thighs. “Don’t wanna share you.”
“Spike,” Angel caressed the blonde locks, “I am yours.”
“No,” Spike shook his head emphatically,’ you ain’t. Part of you is mine, yeah. Right here, right now, you’re mine. But, not all mine all the time.”
Angel sighed, knowing that this wasn’t a fight he could win. Spike was right. Part of him belonged to Darla, to his son, to Buffy. He couldn’t ever be all Spike’s and Spike wouldn’t ever be all his. All he could do was hope that this, whatever this was, would be enough for Spike.
Spike buried his face in the curly thatch of dark hair surrounding Angel’s cock. Inhaling deeply, he moved down to lick and suck on the satiny skin of Angel’s balls. This was home, Spike thought. This scent, this taste, it dredged up memories of being a fledge. Hours spent lazing in bed, tasting blood and cum, learning the scents and tastes of his new family.
Pulling one full globe into his mouth, Spike suckled lightly. As he used his tongue to drive Angel mad, his hand crept downward. Lightly, he circled the down-covered hole and felt Angel twitch. He pulled his mouth away, releasing his prize with a loud pop. His finger kept circling, teasing that tight entrance as he stared up at Angel.
Angel writhed, his feet planted firmly on the bed. He wanted to push down and fuck himself on Spike’s finger. But, he’d never let another man inside. Sure, Darla had tormented him on many occasions, fucking his ass with crude sex toys or household objects. She was his Sire, that was her right. Letting Spike fuck him, though, was something different altogether.
Spike watched Angel, finally telling him, “Won’t do anything you don’t want, luv.”
“I know,” Angel answered. “I think that I do want it though. That’s what scares me.”
“Why,” Spike said, pressing his finger forward and breaching the dark vampire gently. Working just the tip of his finger in and out, his cock bounced at the look of want on Angel’s face. Angel’s hips circled, drawing a bit more of Spike’s finger inside.
“Because if we…do this,” Angel panted, hands straying towards his cock,” everything will change. It’ll be something…new and I don’t know if I can…ah! Can be different.”
“You berk,” Spike grunted, the sight of Angel fucking his finger and jerking off ratcheting up his desire. “ Everything is different already. Got souls, got a mission, got a whole new life, don’t we? Me buggering you isn’t gonna change anything that hasn’t already been changed.”
Angel wanted to speak, to think about what Spike said. His brain was shutting down, and all he could do was feel. He pushed down until Spike’s finger was all the way inside him. With a needy whimper, he tugged at his prick and thrust his hips. Spike simply crooked his finger and stroked upwards, putting pressure on Angel’s prostate.
Angel yanked his dick hard, feeling the pressure in his balls building. As Spike rubbed his sweet spot, he let loose a bellow. One final tug and he shot jet after jet of semen all over belly. Spike slipped his finger out and rose up to kneel over Angel. As Angel watched blearily, body wracked with post-orgasmic tremors, Spike stroked his cock smoothly, fingers running over the tip. Angel reached up and twisted one of Spike’s nipples. Spike convulsed in orgasm, his creamy cum splattering down to mix with Angel’s.
Spike sagged, and lay down next to Angel. Idly, he traced a path through the puddle of liquid and brought his finger to his mouth. With a throaty moan, he sucked his finger clean and went back for more.
Angel, still shaking, felt his cock stiffen as Spike enthusiastically lapped at their mixed spendings. He reached out to drag his lover closer when he heard a shout. Another, and then Faith screaming their names. They scrambled for their clothes, and bolted out of the bedroom. Whatever was happening, it put fear in Faith’s voice.
When they reached the bottom of the stairs, they were confronted with a veritable army. Snarling, Spike and Angel moved to join their team. Quick glances assured them that no one was hurt…yet. But, with a heavily armed cadre of teenage girls filling the lobby, it was probably a given that no one was getting out of here unscathed.
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hot sex, really hot sex and then stupid teenager girls.
Unless they've come for a perve somebody better get rid of the quickly.
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