Supervision
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sevendeadlyfunPairing: Ghost!Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: masturbation and sex toys
A/N: For lilithbint who requested a voyeuristic Ghost!Spike watching Angel get his rocks off. Consider them completely gotten off, lover!
The End
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: masturbation and sex toys
A/N: For lilithbint who requested a voyeuristic Ghost!Spike watching Angel get his rocks off. Consider them completely gotten off, lover!
Supervision
Being a ghost wasn’t all bad, Spike decided. Sure, he couldn’t interact with the world, which was a pisser. But, he never got hungry or tired and he could spy on everyone in the building.
That was Angel’s word for it, spying. Spike took exception to that term. Wasn’t spying, what he did. It was more like…covert supervision. And if he happened to see things he shouldn’t, well, that wasn’t his fault. People ought to be more careful. Really, these tossers were locked up in the belly of the beast and they just coasted along like nothing was wrong. Bloody foolish of them, in his opinion.
Not that anybody ever asked his opinion. Thus the need for covert supervision. How else was a vamp supposed to keep up with the mission? Put in that light, Spike considered his actions to be of the noblest sort and decided that some sort of reward was in order. A ghost who gives his all for the team deserved something for his troubles. That’s why he was in Angel’s penthouse late at night. Just claiming his reward.
It had started out innocently enough. He enjoyed watching Angel sleep, the dark face finally smoothed free of worry and tension. He might snap and snarl, but deep inside him existed a huge well of love for his Sire. No matter how much Angel liked to deny it, they were connected at the very core. Blood to blood, mate, he thought, drinking in his fill of the long lines of Angel’s body.
That’s how it started. Spike wasn’t sure quite when it became something less innocent. Maybe it was the night that Angel shifted a little too violently and the blankets tossed aside to reveal a lovely erection. Ghost he might be, but Spike could feel his own mouth watering and his non-corporeal cock hardening as he watched Angel’s prick bounce slightly. It might have been the night Spike showed up a little too early and Angel was still in the shower, large hands soaping equally large body. He longed for those hands to be soaping him, caressing and massaging muscles that didn’t really exist anymore.
However it started, Spike reflected, this scene in front of him definitely took it out of the realm of innocent reward. Bloody hell, Spike had seen porn less graphic. Not that he was complaining. Well, yeah actually he was complaining. He no longer wanted to watch. He wanted to join in. But, since that wasn’t possible, he settled down to enjoy the sights.
Angel stomped upstairs after some meeting with yet another evil client. There was a great deal of cursing and growling, with Angel using some inventive words even Spike had never heard. Spike thought that spoke well of his Sire, because he knew invective from at least 20 human languages and 10 demon ones. Still, Angel had always been creative.
Spike smiled as Angel stripped, throwing the clothes haphazardly about the bedroom. Another sign of Angel’s anger, that he didn’t carefully fold or hang his precious clothes. Spike didn’t think the anal-retentive bastard had it in him to create a mess, let alone allow one in his presence. Of course, leaving a room in disarray was nothing compared to what came next.
Angel prowled over to a small closet, and bent over to retrieve something, affording Spike a wonderful view of his swinging sac. The light was dim, but Spike retained his vampiric senses so he could see every detail. The fine line that bisected the sac, with its sprinkling of light brown fur and the heavy weight inside made Spike’s palms itch. He wanted to fondle and measure that gorgeous piece of tackle, feel its heft in his hand. Giving a silent sigh, he stared a bit harder as if he might force himself back to solidity by sheer force of desire.
Angel was holding a medium sized wooden box and he carried it over to the bed. Throwing himself down, Angel began to rummage in the box. The clink of metal reached Spike’s ears and he perked up. He knew what the sound meant. The box itself might be unfamiliar, but Spike knew its contents well. He’d been the recipient of its delights on more than one occasion, in the old days. It was Angel’s toy box and Spike longed for a bit of playtime. Still, watching Angel use the toys was almost as good as having them used on himself. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, after all.
Angel withdrew some metallic that glittered in the moonlight. Spike smirked as he watched Angel place the clamps on his nipples. That was his Sire, pain before pleasure. Angel was groaning now, hands stroking his cock lightly. The clamps had wicked teeth, Spike recalled, and they dug nicely into firm flesh. Spike’s tongue snaked out unconsciously, remembering times he’d soothed Angel’s sore nipples after a particularly long “torture” session with Darla. Those marks had taken whole days to fade and made Angel’s nipples deliciously sensitive.
Angel must have been remembering that too, for his free hand had moved up to his chest. He was feathering his fingers over the tiny nubs that peaked out from between the clamps and hissing in satisfaction. The hand on his cock increased in tempo and pressure, setting up a punishing rhythm that put an ache deep in Spike’s belly. Those hands had strangled Spike’s cock before, made him see stars.
Spike focused his attention on Angel’s cock, the bright red tip spilling copious amounts of pre-cum, wetting Angel’s belly and snaking down to glisten amid the brown tangled forest between his thighs. Come on, Angel, Spike pleaded silently, show me what I want to see.
As if following orders, Angel stopped stroking his nipples and reached into the box again. He withdrew a little tube, and Spike groaned as the scent of their favorite lube hit his nose. Everyone always wondered where that little nickname came from and he’d received many a question. But he’d never tell, because that was a secret for the two of them. The luscious odor of peaches filled the room and Spike got lost for a minute in his memories. No matter where he was, the scent of peaches made him instantly hard. Hell, it brought him damn near to spilling in his jeans like a damn schoolboy. Lucky for him ghosts couldn’t cum, or he’d be in trouble.
Angel was working his fingers inside now, first one then two. He was bucking up and panting as those thick fingers scissored his tiny opening. Spike loved to watch this. Angel had never allowed Spike there, claiming it was a shameful thing for a Sire to be taken by his Childe. Spike had on occasion dared to lick and suck the tasty little rosebud, and that little bit of sensation had always gotten Angelus to cum in great buckets. Should’ve figured him for loving a good rogering, Spike snorted to himself. Christ, what I wouldn’t give to replace those fingers with meself.
Angel had moved on, though. He’d grabbed another something from the box and Spike furrowed his brow. He’d never seen this in the box before and he puzzled over that fact. He was sure there was nothing Angelus hadn’t used on him before. As it came into the cold white light, Spike had to restrain himself from crying out.
He had seen it before, only not as toy. The ivory shaft glowed dully then sparkled as Angel’s tongue made its way up to the tip of the dildo. It was large, approximately nine inches in length, with an impressive girth to match. A perfect replica of Spike’s cock, and Angel was stroking it tenderly. Placing soft kisses along the shaft, Angel rolled the cool cock over his face and down his body.
The dildo sat on the bed, and Angel levered himself up to kneel over it. Spike practically ran across the room and got down on his knees by the bed. Angel was going to fuck himself on this model of Spike’s cock and Spike didn’t want to miss a second of it.
Angel lowered himself down and Spike saw the head push up into the soft pucker of Angel’s ass. He sucked in his non-existent breath at the same time Angel hissed, one noise covering the other. Angel paused for a moment, and Spike could almost feel his own cock throb painfully in response. More, Angel, I need more. Come on, baby, take me inside you, Spike was begging inside his head. This was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his whole unlife. Angel kneeling in moonlight, clamped and sliding down a cock that resembled Spike’s own in every detail. Oh yeah, there we go, luv…
Angel had taken the dildo all the way inside and was riding it like a champ. At first Angel was silent, his eyes closed and face almost peaceful. It didn’t take long for the dildo to start hitting his button, and then Angel started fisting his own cock. He babbled, calling out for his boy, begging Spike to fuck him hard, make him cum.
Angel was getting close now, his cock swelling and turning an exquisite shade of purple. He kept on talking, love you Spike, love your cock, feels so good buried inside me, make me cum, make me cum, cum for me Spike, want to feel it…..Spike thought he might explode, little ghost molecules scattered around the room.
Spike concentrated harder than he ever had in his life. He wanted to do this and in order to do it, he had to block out all the potent distractions Angel offered. Shutting out everything but his own desire, he leaned forward and stuck out his tongue. Just as Angel started to shoot, Spike swiped his tongue over the plum shaped head of Angel’s cock.
It only lasted a second. Spike could actually taste the potent flavor of Angel’s semen, rich and salty, on his tongue. That sensation broke his concentration and he became insubstantial again, tongue running through Angel rather than on him. But it was enough for Angel to feel.
Screaming Spike’s name as he fell back, impaled on the dildo, he started to cum again. The second orgasm so close to the first had Angel sobbing in pleasure.Spike started to fade out, not wanting Angel to rouse himself and start bitching about privacy and personal space. He wanted to keep this scene untainted in his mind, remember the look of bliss on Angel’s face as he rode that cock. Just before he left the room, he heard Angel’s voice.
“I wish this was real.”
Being a ghost wasn’t all bad, Spike decided. Sure, he couldn’t interact with the world, which was a pisser. But, he never got hungry or tired and he could spy on everyone in the building.
That was Angel’s word for it, spying. Spike took exception to that term. Wasn’t spying, what he did. It was more like…covert supervision. And if he happened to see things he shouldn’t, well, that wasn’t his fault. People ought to be more careful. Really, these tossers were locked up in the belly of the beast and they just coasted along like nothing was wrong. Bloody foolish of them, in his opinion.
Not that anybody ever asked his opinion. Thus the need for covert supervision. How else was a vamp supposed to keep up with the mission? Put in that light, Spike considered his actions to be of the noblest sort and decided that some sort of reward was in order. A ghost who gives his all for the team deserved something for his troubles. That’s why he was in Angel’s penthouse late at night. Just claiming his reward.
It had started out innocently enough. He enjoyed watching Angel sleep, the dark face finally smoothed free of worry and tension. He might snap and snarl, but deep inside him existed a huge well of love for his Sire. No matter how much Angel liked to deny it, they were connected at the very core. Blood to blood, mate, he thought, drinking in his fill of the long lines of Angel’s body.
That’s how it started. Spike wasn’t sure quite when it became something less innocent. Maybe it was the night that Angel shifted a little too violently and the blankets tossed aside to reveal a lovely erection. Ghost he might be, but Spike could feel his own mouth watering and his non-corporeal cock hardening as he watched Angel’s prick bounce slightly. It might have been the night Spike showed up a little too early and Angel was still in the shower, large hands soaping equally large body. He longed for those hands to be soaping him, caressing and massaging muscles that didn’t really exist anymore.
However it started, Spike reflected, this scene in front of him definitely took it out of the realm of innocent reward. Bloody hell, Spike had seen porn less graphic. Not that he was complaining. Well, yeah actually he was complaining. He no longer wanted to watch. He wanted to join in. But, since that wasn’t possible, he settled down to enjoy the sights.
Angel stomped upstairs after some meeting with yet another evil client. There was a great deal of cursing and growling, with Angel using some inventive words even Spike had never heard. Spike thought that spoke well of his Sire, because he knew invective from at least 20 human languages and 10 demon ones. Still, Angel had always been creative.
Spike smiled as Angel stripped, throwing the clothes haphazardly about the bedroom. Another sign of Angel’s anger, that he didn’t carefully fold or hang his precious clothes. Spike didn’t think the anal-retentive bastard had it in him to create a mess, let alone allow one in his presence. Of course, leaving a room in disarray was nothing compared to what came next.
Angel prowled over to a small closet, and bent over to retrieve something, affording Spike a wonderful view of his swinging sac. The light was dim, but Spike retained his vampiric senses so he could see every detail. The fine line that bisected the sac, with its sprinkling of light brown fur and the heavy weight inside made Spike’s palms itch. He wanted to fondle and measure that gorgeous piece of tackle, feel its heft in his hand. Giving a silent sigh, he stared a bit harder as if he might force himself back to solidity by sheer force of desire.
Angel was holding a medium sized wooden box and he carried it over to the bed. Throwing himself down, Angel began to rummage in the box. The clink of metal reached Spike’s ears and he perked up. He knew what the sound meant. The box itself might be unfamiliar, but Spike knew its contents well. He’d been the recipient of its delights on more than one occasion, in the old days. It was Angel’s toy box and Spike longed for a bit of playtime. Still, watching Angel use the toys was almost as good as having them used on himself. Beggars couldn’t be choosers, after all.
Angel withdrew some metallic that glittered in the moonlight. Spike smirked as he watched Angel place the clamps on his nipples. That was his Sire, pain before pleasure. Angel was groaning now, hands stroking his cock lightly. The clamps had wicked teeth, Spike recalled, and they dug nicely into firm flesh. Spike’s tongue snaked out unconsciously, remembering times he’d soothed Angel’s sore nipples after a particularly long “torture” session with Darla. Those marks had taken whole days to fade and made Angel’s nipples deliciously sensitive.
Angel must have been remembering that too, for his free hand had moved up to his chest. He was feathering his fingers over the tiny nubs that peaked out from between the clamps and hissing in satisfaction. The hand on his cock increased in tempo and pressure, setting up a punishing rhythm that put an ache deep in Spike’s belly. Those hands had strangled Spike’s cock before, made him see stars.
Spike focused his attention on Angel’s cock, the bright red tip spilling copious amounts of pre-cum, wetting Angel’s belly and snaking down to glisten amid the brown tangled forest between his thighs. Come on, Angel, Spike pleaded silently, show me what I want to see.
As if following orders, Angel stopped stroking his nipples and reached into the box again. He withdrew a little tube, and Spike groaned as the scent of their favorite lube hit his nose. Everyone always wondered where that little nickname came from and he’d received many a question. But he’d never tell, because that was a secret for the two of them. The luscious odor of peaches filled the room and Spike got lost for a minute in his memories. No matter where he was, the scent of peaches made him instantly hard. Hell, it brought him damn near to spilling in his jeans like a damn schoolboy. Lucky for him ghosts couldn’t cum, or he’d be in trouble.
Angel was working his fingers inside now, first one then two. He was bucking up and panting as those thick fingers scissored his tiny opening. Spike loved to watch this. Angel had never allowed Spike there, claiming it was a shameful thing for a Sire to be taken by his Childe. Spike had on occasion dared to lick and suck the tasty little rosebud, and that little bit of sensation had always gotten Angelus to cum in great buckets. Should’ve figured him for loving a good rogering, Spike snorted to himself. Christ, what I wouldn’t give to replace those fingers with meself.
Angel had moved on, though. He’d grabbed another something from the box and Spike furrowed his brow. He’d never seen this in the box before and he puzzled over that fact. He was sure there was nothing Angelus hadn’t used on him before. As it came into the cold white light, Spike had to restrain himself from crying out.
He had seen it before, only not as toy. The ivory shaft glowed dully then sparkled as Angel’s tongue made its way up to the tip of the dildo. It was large, approximately nine inches in length, with an impressive girth to match. A perfect replica of Spike’s cock, and Angel was stroking it tenderly. Placing soft kisses along the shaft, Angel rolled the cool cock over his face and down his body.
The dildo sat on the bed, and Angel levered himself up to kneel over it. Spike practically ran across the room and got down on his knees by the bed. Angel was going to fuck himself on this model of Spike’s cock and Spike didn’t want to miss a second of it.
Angel lowered himself down and Spike saw the head push up into the soft pucker of Angel’s ass. He sucked in his non-existent breath at the same time Angel hissed, one noise covering the other. Angel paused for a moment, and Spike could almost feel his own cock throb painfully in response. More, Angel, I need more. Come on, baby, take me inside you, Spike was begging inside his head. This was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen in his whole unlife. Angel kneeling in moonlight, clamped and sliding down a cock that resembled Spike’s own in every detail. Oh yeah, there we go, luv…
Angel had taken the dildo all the way inside and was riding it like a champ. At first Angel was silent, his eyes closed and face almost peaceful. It didn’t take long for the dildo to start hitting his button, and then Angel started fisting his own cock. He babbled, calling out for his boy, begging Spike to fuck him hard, make him cum.
Angel was getting close now, his cock swelling and turning an exquisite shade of purple. He kept on talking, love you Spike, love your cock, feels so good buried inside me, make me cum, make me cum, cum for me Spike, want to feel it…..Spike thought he might explode, little ghost molecules scattered around the room.
Spike concentrated harder than he ever had in his life. He wanted to do this and in order to do it, he had to block out all the potent distractions Angel offered. Shutting out everything but his own desire, he leaned forward and stuck out his tongue. Just as Angel started to shoot, Spike swiped his tongue over the plum shaped head of Angel’s cock.
It only lasted a second. Spike could actually taste the potent flavor of Angel’s semen, rich and salty, on his tongue. That sensation broke his concentration and he became insubstantial again, tongue running through Angel rather than on him. But it was enough for Angel to feel.
Screaming Spike’s name as he fell back, impaled on the dildo, he started to cum again. The second orgasm so close to the first had Angel sobbing in pleasure.Spike started to fade out, not wanting Angel to rouse himself and start bitching about privacy and personal space. He wanted to keep this scene untainted in his mind, remember the look of bliss on Angel’s face as he rode that cock. Just before he left the room, he heard Angel’s voice.
“I wish this was real.”
The End
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on 2007-01-03 08:25 am (UTC)I love you!
the dildo was inspired!
OMG that was hot.
I can't actually think of anything more coherent right now.
Thank you,
*kisses*
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on 2007-01-03 08:29 am (UTC)Lots of kisses for my favorite girl!
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on 2007-01-03 08:33 am (UTC)I love it when Spike has no idea and Angel has to win him over,
mainly because I love Spike on top so much *grin*
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on 2007-01-03 08:45 am (UTC)In my case, between Drusilla and so_sharlemaine, Angel(us) will always be spike and dru's daddy.
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on 2007-01-03 01:04 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-01-03 06:00 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-01-03 06:42 pm (UTC)Book 2 soon, though? Please? I'll bake you cookies and be your personal slave! I'm so lurrving that whole thing...
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on 2007-01-03 06:45 pm (UTC)I wanted to get the Spuffy+Angelus posted and out of the way, since it was my first long fic and finished all i'm doing is posting it. Then it's back to my spangel (a day away from it and I already miss spangel)
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on 2007-01-03 12:41 pm (UTC)no subject
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on 2007-01-03 02:16 pm (UTC)no subject
on 2007-01-03 03:10 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it, hon. I've already had a request for part two, so I'll be working on that soon...
::kisses::
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on 2007-01-03 05:45 pm (UTC)I'll just leave the writting up to you...you deliver every time!
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on 2007-01-03 06:40 pm (UTC)::snerk::
It will definitely be un-ghosty and you need to share those dirty thoughts!
Thanks, hon!
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on 2007-01-07 02:31 am (UTC)As you can see, I'm waaaay behind. I really loved this, Angel and that Dildo were so damn hot. Plus Spike making himself solid just so he could get a taste of Angel, holy shit!