Persuasion
Apr. 24th, 2007 09:33 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sevendeadlyfunPairing: Angel/?
Rating: NC-17 like whoa
Warnings: It's vampire slash...there's sex, blood, and bad words.
A/N: Inspired by a line fromthismaz's fic "Road Trip". I'll post the line at the end of the story because I don't want to spoil the surprise.
Angel sat quietly at the edge of his bed. He wasn’t brooding, he wasn’t even thinking. He just sat, body shaking in an effort to control himself. If he stopped to think, he knew he’d end up pouncing on the boy. Thinking was definitely not the way to handle this problem.
Oh, he’d tried. He’d reasoned, threatened, cajoled, and begged. He’d fought demons, both internal and external, just to keep himself sane. His own traitorous body refused to heed him. The sickly sweet enticing aroma of want and pain were just too much. So he sat in the dark, cock quivering in anticipation.
He’d known this was a bad idea. That muscular body with its need and its desire in such easy reach couldn’t be good for his soul. And it had been the soul that got him into this mess.
“He needs help. You help,” he’d been told. “Just find some way to…I don’t know, make him not want it anymore.”
Yeah, there had been pleading eyes and pouting lips. Expressions of faith in his heroism and his fight for redemption struck right at his core. But, he wasn’t a saint. Hell, he didn’t even qualifier for sinner. Sinner was too tame a word for him, too wrapped up in humanity and possible goodness. There was no way he could sin. He was sin, the very heart of wicked want and perversion.
He had tried and he clung to that. He was trying now, desperately battling his own compulsion to give that hot tight body what it craved. What he craved, if he was honest. To sink in, lose himself in heat and lust and that little bit of fear….
That heat closed over him, and he howled. A warm soft mouth covered his throbbing erection, making his head spin. Instinctively, he thrust upwards and was rewarded with desperate sucks and licks. Fingers fumbled between his thighs and tugged clumsily at his heavy sac, spurring him on. His orgasm erupted from him in a fountain, gushing thickly to fill, than overflow the willing mouth.
Angel sat there, stunned, hands threaded limply through silky soft hair. The man nestled between his legs lapped at his sensitive tip with a gentle tongue, greedily seeking out the last traces of his release. Angel shook him loose, tugging roughly on shaggy locks.
“I thought you wanted to get better,” he growled, angry at both of them. “Are you that much of a whore, than? So desperate for a taste that you’ll slink around in the dark?”
“Yes,” Riley moaned,” Yes, yes, yes. Need it, Angel. Need to feel it. Just do it, take me, fuck me, use me.”
“Bite you, you mean,” Angel said tonelessly. “You don’t want me. You just want my fangs.”
“No,” Riley contradicted, arching his dripping cock towards Angel. “Want you. Fangs, cock, hands, mouth…YOU, Angel. All of you, in me.”
Angel moaned throatily as he drew Riley close. Muttering under his breath, he tossed the soldier face down onto the bed. His fingers unerringly sought and found the delicate entrance to Riley’s body.
“Already wet, huh,” he smirked. “What a tasty little whore you are. Eager to be fucked, aren’t you?”
Riley could only groan as Angel thrust two meaty fingers deep inside. He rocked his hips enticingly, enjoying the burning friction. Angel tsked, and removed his fingers, delighted to hear Riley’s whimpers at the loss.
“That’s my horny little boy,” Angel murmured. “So deliciously desperate for cock and fangs, you’ll do anything. Would you let me fuck you in public? Take you out and bounce you on my prick, show the world what you are? You would, wouldn’t you?”
He leaned over, bracing his arms on either side of Riley’s head. With a quick vicious thrust, he pushed himself all the way in, enjoying the smell of blood as the boy’s anus tore. He should feel guilty, but he didn’t. The soldier wanted this, the pain and the pleasure together.
“My little toy, now,” Angel told him, falling into an easy rhythm. “I’ll fuck you raw, you know. Use this body and maybe, if you’re a good fuck, I’ll let you come. Of course, if you’re a good fuck, I might just have to share you. Would you like that, whore? A little vamp fucktoy, filled and used, stinking of cum?”
Riley bucked up, rocking back on Angel’s cock. He did like it, just the sound of it setting him on edge. He could feel it, boiling underneath his skin and sliding up his shaft. He came, body shaking and quivering around Angel’s prick, sending the vampire into a long, moaning orgasm.
As Angel spilled himself into the warm human body, he bent over and slid his fangs cleanly into the boy’s neck. The taste of hot fresh blood, spiced with so much dangerous yearning and desperate lust, sent shockwaves through his body. He released the boy, rocking and thrusting his way to a second quick and messy climax.
He lay there, waves of contentment washing over him. He’d forgotten how good it felt to be buried inside a body, cock and fangs both penetrating a warm willing body. He wasn’t likely to ever forget again, though. He had a sweet little whore to play with, use, and abuse. A nice addict who craved him, and who would never ever leave. Yeah, this helping the hopeless thing definitely seemed more rewarding now…
ETA: The line that inspired this trip comes from the Epilogue of "Road Trip": "Seems it took young Riley all of two weeks to talk his way onto Angel’s fangs and into his bed." My thanks tothismaz for such a wonderful plotline inspiration!
Rating: NC-17 like whoa
Warnings: It's vampire slash...there's sex, blood, and bad words.
A/N: Inspired by a line from
thismaz's fic "Road Trip". I'll post the line at the end of the story because I don't want to spoil the surprise. Angel sat quietly at the edge of his bed. He wasn’t brooding, he wasn’t even thinking. He just sat, body shaking in an effort to control himself. If he stopped to think, he knew he’d end up pouncing on the boy. Thinking was definitely not the way to handle this problem.
Oh, he’d tried. He’d reasoned, threatened, cajoled, and begged. He’d fought demons, both internal and external, just to keep himself sane. His own traitorous body refused to heed him. The sickly sweet enticing aroma of want and pain were just too much. So he sat in the dark, cock quivering in anticipation.
He’d known this was a bad idea. That muscular body with its need and its desire in such easy reach couldn’t be good for his soul. And it had been the soul that got him into this mess.
“He needs help. You help,” he’d been told. “Just find some way to…I don’t know, make him not want it anymore.”
Yeah, there had been pleading eyes and pouting lips. Expressions of faith in his heroism and his fight for redemption struck right at his core. But, he wasn’t a saint. Hell, he didn’t even qualifier for sinner. Sinner was too tame a word for him, too wrapped up in humanity and possible goodness. There was no way he could sin. He was sin, the very heart of wicked want and perversion.
He had tried and he clung to that. He was trying now, desperately battling his own compulsion to give that hot tight body what it craved. What he craved, if he was honest. To sink in, lose himself in heat and lust and that little bit of fear….
That heat closed over him, and he howled. A warm soft mouth covered his throbbing erection, making his head spin. Instinctively, he thrust upwards and was rewarded with desperate sucks and licks. Fingers fumbled between his thighs and tugged clumsily at his heavy sac, spurring him on. His orgasm erupted from him in a fountain, gushing thickly to fill, than overflow the willing mouth.
Angel sat there, stunned, hands threaded limply through silky soft hair. The man nestled between his legs lapped at his sensitive tip with a gentle tongue, greedily seeking out the last traces of his release. Angel shook him loose, tugging roughly on shaggy locks.
“I thought you wanted to get better,” he growled, angry at both of them. “Are you that much of a whore, than? So desperate for a taste that you’ll slink around in the dark?”
“Yes,” Riley moaned,” Yes, yes, yes. Need it, Angel. Need to feel it. Just do it, take me, fuck me, use me.”
“Bite you, you mean,” Angel said tonelessly. “You don’t want me. You just want my fangs.”
“No,” Riley contradicted, arching his dripping cock towards Angel. “Want you. Fangs, cock, hands, mouth…YOU, Angel. All of you, in me.”
Angel moaned throatily as he drew Riley close. Muttering under his breath, he tossed the soldier face down onto the bed. His fingers unerringly sought and found the delicate entrance to Riley’s body.
“Already wet, huh,” he smirked. “What a tasty little whore you are. Eager to be fucked, aren’t you?”
Riley could only groan as Angel thrust two meaty fingers deep inside. He rocked his hips enticingly, enjoying the burning friction. Angel tsked, and removed his fingers, delighted to hear Riley’s whimpers at the loss.
“That’s my horny little boy,” Angel murmured. “So deliciously desperate for cock and fangs, you’ll do anything. Would you let me fuck you in public? Take you out and bounce you on my prick, show the world what you are? You would, wouldn’t you?”
He leaned over, bracing his arms on either side of Riley’s head. With a quick vicious thrust, he pushed himself all the way in, enjoying the smell of blood as the boy’s anus tore. He should feel guilty, but he didn’t. The soldier wanted this, the pain and the pleasure together.
“My little toy, now,” Angel told him, falling into an easy rhythm. “I’ll fuck you raw, you know. Use this body and maybe, if you’re a good fuck, I’ll let you come. Of course, if you’re a good fuck, I might just have to share you. Would you like that, whore? A little vamp fucktoy, filled and used, stinking of cum?”
Riley bucked up, rocking back on Angel’s cock. He did like it, just the sound of it setting him on edge. He could feel it, boiling underneath his skin and sliding up his shaft. He came, body shaking and quivering around Angel’s prick, sending the vampire into a long, moaning orgasm.
As Angel spilled himself into the warm human body, he bent over and slid his fangs cleanly into the boy’s neck. The taste of hot fresh blood, spiced with so much dangerous yearning and desperate lust, sent shockwaves through his body. He released the boy, rocking and thrusting his way to a second quick and messy climax.
He lay there, waves of contentment washing over him. He’d forgotten how good it felt to be buried inside a body, cock and fangs both penetrating a warm willing body. He wasn’t likely to ever forget again, though. He had a sweet little whore to play with, use, and abuse. A nice addict who craved him, and who would never ever leave. Yeah, this helping the hopeless thing definitely seemed more rewarding now…
ETA: The line that inspired this trip comes from the Epilogue of "Road Trip": "Seems it took young Riley all of two weeks to talk his way onto Angel’s fangs and into his bed." My thanks to
thismaz for such a wonderful plotline inspiration!![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png){kind=small}
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on 2007-04-25 02:08 am (UTC)so damn hot and so damn perfect.
I love it when Angel slips from his self imposed martyrdom.
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on 2007-04-25 03:10 am (UTC)*giggles* Glad Angel found such a hot reward for helping the hopeless!
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on 2007-10-30 06:28 am (UTC)I enjoyed this, especially the beginning, when Angel is sitting thinking. That sounded just like 'my' Angel from Road Trip. And Riley's cajoling is perfect.
The characters diverge, once he gives in, but then, you were not writing 'my' Angel and Riley. You were writing your own.
This was very good. Angel's eventual slip from grace is as inevitable as it is hot. Well done. And thank you for pointing me towards it.
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on 2007-10-30 03:02 pm (UTC)