Trend Whore
Jan. 15th, 2007 02:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
sevendeadlyfunI swear, I didn't mean to be a trend whore. It kinda snuck up on me. But, Mistress Spanks will be reassured to know that she isn't the only one writing crack!fic based on innocent conversations...Fic below the cut. Complete PWP, NC-17, you know the drill...Thanks to lilithbint and kidcyclone for the porny inspiration....
lilithbint and kidcyclone for the porny inspiration.... Role Playing
"Please, don't be angry with me. It's just something I need to do. I think...I think if I do this, it could really help," the soft voice pleaded.
"I know. I owe you, so much. More than I can ever repay. I'll do this for you. But...we can't...if anyone found out...the repercussions..."
"No one has to know. It'll be our little secret. Please?"
"Very well. How should we..."
"I think you know, don't you? You've been a very naughty Sire, haven't you?"
"Oh that doesn't sound realistic at all! If we're going do this, let's do it right...boy!"
"Oi! I'll have you know that I'm no boy. I've raped and murdered across the world, I have."
"Doesn't make you a man, does it? Stil can't compete with me, still trailing in my shadow...always second best, Spikey."
"Not going to say that when I fuck you across the room, Peaches. Gonna shove my enormous cock so deep I'll be ruffling that nancy-boy hair of yours."
"That's what this is about, isn't it? Feeling inadequate, baby?"
"Not hardly, Angel. Never had any complaints, and at least when I cum, I don't splatter my soul all over the chit's face."
"Yeah, yeah. Can't you do any better than that? What next? Let me guess, you'll tell me they call you the Big Bad because your cock could feed a whole family? Please...is this about dick size or are you just upset that I won't fuck you anymore?"
"No need to be jealous about that little todger, Poof. That's why I always drift off during sex. Can't feel a thing, can I?"
"Only because you're such a slut. Christ! I could lose my watch in that cavern!"
"That's it."
Spike tackled Angel, throwing him face down on the floor. With his teeth firmly fixed on the larger man's neck, he ripped Angel's clothes off. Grabbing the lube, he slicked up two fingers, shoving them roughly into the dark little pucker.
"Like that, Angel? Bet you do. Bet the pain makes you feel all righteous. Suffering always was your scene, wasn't it? Well, get ready to enjoy a little more penance, SIre."
Spike pulled out his throbbing prick, forcing it past the tight ring of muscles and slamming balls deep inside Angel's hole. Thrusting quickly, his hips snapped as he grunted. Pulling Angel upright, he sat back on his knees.
"Ride me, you shameless fucker. Ride my cock like a good little whore. You are my whore, aren't you Angel? You've got your little humans fooled, but I know you, don't I? Sweet little pussyboy, you are, all aching for a deep dicking."
Angel moaned, nodding his head as he glided up and down Spike's thick cock. His fingers clasped tightly around his own prick, tugging and pulling cruelly at the sensitive flesh. He closed his eyes when he felt a new painful intrusion in his ass.
"Dirty little bitch like you, even my massive meat isn't enough, is it? Need more to fill you up, make you cum." Spike worked three, then four fingers inside Angel. A few moments later, Spike's fist was inside Angel, stroking Angel's prostate and his own sensitive cock. "Moan for me, cunt. Lovely little cunt you are, Angel. Show me how much you love it."
Angel was shaking now, his semen arcing across the room. Spike's cock twitched and flooded his abused ass with cool soothing cum. Only the arm across his belly prevented Angel from collapsing face first on the floor. Slowly, the fingers and cock slid from his stretched and sore hole, leaving Angel feeling empty and alone.
"Ssh, I've got you. I'll never leave you. We're together. Always together, right?"
"Yes, yes. Together. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't know, " Wesley sobbed, removing the Angel mask he wore and turning in Connor's lap to face the boy.
"It's okay. That was wonderful. I get it now. I really do," Connor replied soothingly, stroking the older man's back. "This really helped me work out my...issues. Thanks so much for agreeing."
"I told you. I'd do anything for you. I owe you. After what I did..." Wesley stuttered.
"Forgiven. Forgotten. But we'd better clean up and hide these masks. Somehow, I don't see Dad appreciating their therapeutic value."
THE END
"Please, don't be angry with me. It's just something I need to do. I think...I think if I do this, it could really help," the soft voice pleaded.
"I know. I owe you, so much. More than I can ever repay. I'll do this for you. But...we can't...if anyone found out...the repercussions..."
"No one has to know. It'll be our little secret. Please?"
"Very well. How should we..."
"I think you know, don't you? You've been a very naughty Sire, haven't you?"
"Oh that doesn't sound realistic at all! If we're going do this, let's do it right...boy!"
"Oi! I'll have you know that I'm no boy. I've raped and murdered across the world, I have."
"Doesn't make you a man, does it? Stil can't compete with me, still trailing in my shadow...always second best, Spikey."
"Not going to say that when I fuck you across the room, Peaches. Gonna shove my enormous cock so deep I'll be ruffling that nancy-boy hair of yours."
"That's what this is about, isn't it? Feeling inadequate, baby?"
"Not hardly, Angel. Never had any complaints, and at least when I cum, I don't splatter my soul all over the chit's face."
"Yeah, yeah. Can't you do any better than that? What next? Let me guess, you'll tell me they call you the Big Bad because your cock could feed a whole family? Please...is this about dick size or are you just upset that I won't fuck you anymore?"
"No need to be jealous about that little todger, Poof. That's why I always drift off during sex. Can't feel a thing, can I?"
"Only because you're such a slut. Christ! I could lose my watch in that cavern!"
"That's it."
Spike tackled Angel, throwing him face down on the floor. With his teeth firmly fixed on the larger man's neck, he ripped Angel's clothes off. Grabbing the lube, he slicked up two fingers, shoving them roughly into the dark little pucker.
"Like that, Angel? Bet you do. Bet the pain makes you feel all righteous. Suffering always was your scene, wasn't it? Well, get ready to enjoy a little more penance, SIre."
Spike pulled out his throbbing prick, forcing it past the tight ring of muscles and slamming balls deep inside Angel's hole. Thrusting quickly, his hips snapped as he grunted. Pulling Angel upright, he sat back on his knees.
"Ride me, you shameless fucker. Ride my cock like a good little whore. You are my whore, aren't you Angel? You've got your little humans fooled, but I know you, don't I? Sweet little pussyboy, you are, all aching for a deep dicking."
Angel moaned, nodding his head as he glided up and down Spike's thick cock. His fingers clasped tightly around his own prick, tugging and pulling cruelly at the sensitive flesh. He closed his eyes when he felt a new painful intrusion in his ass.
"Dirty little bitch like you, even my massive meat isn't enough, is it? Need more to fill you up, make you cum." Spike worked three, then four fingers inside Angel. A few moments later, Spike's fist was inside Angel, stroking Angel's prostate and his own sensitive cock. "Moan for me, cunt. Lovely little cunt you are, Angel. Show me how much you love it."
Angel was shaking now, his semen arcing across the room. Spike's cock twitched and flooded his abused ass with cool soothing cum. Only the arm across his belly prevented Angel from collapsing face first on the floor. Slowly, the fingers and cock slid from his stretched and sore hole, leaving Angel feeling empty and alone.
"Ssh, I've got you. I'll never leave you. We're together. Always together, right?"
"Yes, yes. Together. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I didn't know, " Wesley sobbed, removing the Angel mask he wore and turning in Connor's lap to face the boy.
"It's okay. That was wonderful. I get it now. I really do," Connor replied soothingly, stroking the older man's back. "This really helped me work out my...issues. Thanks so much for agreeing."
"I told you. I'd do anything for you. I owe you. After what I did..." Wesley stuttered.
"Forgiven. Forgotten. But we'd better clean up and hide these masks. Somehow, I don't see Dad appreciating their therapeutic value."
THE END
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on 2007-01-15 10:38 am (UTC)no subject
on 2007-01-15 05:53 pm (UTC)If I remember correctly, something like "Angelus had to suck Spike's cock, so he followed its length to the other room, in order to start at the tip. Pausing to take in its enormous size, he decided it would be easier just to climb inside it and wear it like a sweater." That's not word for word what was written, but it's a pretty darn close transcription.
Wow...I really need to stop thinking about this. Glad you liked it!
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on 2007-01-15 07:45 pm (UTC)that was hysterical honey.
It is a good trend to follow crack!fic.
Never would I have thought of Connor and Wesley.
*snuggles you*
excellent use of the masks too *snerk*
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on 2007-01-15 08:35 pm (UTC)::reaches for mask::
Ready to run?
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on 2007-01-15 09:10 pm (UTC)*slips on mask and dashes off*