Pairing: Angel/Spike
Note: Let's say this would have been round season 6 of Angel. Spike and Angel have put together another investigations office... and now they're on an interesting mission. Spike is Angel's childe in this one. Oh, and this turned out more than a drabble too by the way.
Note 2: Has a bit of bloodplay in a way. Comments please! lol, but be kind, it's been a bit since I've done m-slash. Oh, and there's Twister!
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Joss owns Spike and Angel
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"First to win gets the bed." Spike challenged.
There was a plastic mat with colored dots on it and a board with an arrow on the floor.
Angel looked at it horrified.
"Listen, Xander told me you've slept in a chair before, you'd be perfectly fine in that recliner!" the brooding vampire pointed at said object.
They were stuck in a small suburban house that only had one room with a bed. O n top of that, they were posing as a gay couple. The blond had even combed his hair differently and put on glasses to fit in better. Having heard rumors of a demon being attracted to them, male ones especially.
"Bugger that! I've heard you've been stuck with the floor and chained to a wall, poofter. *I'm* getting the bed!" Spike refused to let it be known that, well, he'd been chained to a wall too, but he'd had a cot anyways. Totally not the same.
"What's the matter, you're scared you'll loose?" The blond taunted. Hands making a 'come on' motion.
"FINE." Angel growled behind gritted teeth. Stalling for time and taking off his jacket so he could have more movement.
"You *do* know how to play, right?" Spike asked laughingly, taking off his own duster and placing it on the bed.
The arrow spun on it's board "Left hand green.".. Angel grumbled as the both reached for it.
It spun again and again.. "Right foot red." Things started to get uncomfortable.
" Left foot blue" and it spun again, and suddenly they found them selves very glad they didn't sweat or have heart beats.
Spike's butt somehow having ended up under Angel and swaying against his stomach and crotch as the blond vampire struggled to stay upright.
The blond vamp *knew* that he wouldn't be able to hold up for more than a couple seconds longer, so he did a very very dirty thing.
He was just trying to stay upright and not let his stimulated crotch touch Spike ('No, no no, Spike *did not* stimulate him!', his mind protested.) when Angel got a shock. Spike gave a sweet helpless moan that made his body tingle.
Firm black jean covered ass perked up and pressed against his half- erection. A proper English voice whimpered, "Angel, Sire."
The bigger vampire moaned, shocked and changed his footing as Spike moved his ass away to brush his cock against it again.
At the same time, Spike's legs finally gave out, and he took in air unneeded as Angel plopped down on top of him.
The blond pouted, "Guess we both loose then." holding back an evil grin.
"Cheater." Angel grunted back. Spike knew that Angelus had always had a weakness for William.
One of Angel's big hands stroked down his childe's side. "We can share since no one won, Spike. We are grown ups, after all... well, you're almost one."
Spike sighed, "Okay, but we're never playing Twister again."
Later, they got ready for bed
Angel came out of the shower, having just black satin boxers on.
Towel around his neck as he gulped, stopping at the foot of the bed and staring at the other man.
"Spike. You're naked." he said in a controlled voice. '... and why did you have to wear those glasses!' he thought.
He got a 'Duh' look back. "I always slept like this. You remember, don't you. Always used to sneak peeks at Dru and I when we were snugglin'."
Angel was glad he didn't blush, "Uh, yeah. Sorry, I forgot."
The brunette tried not to drool too much, throwing the towel aside, lying down beside his childe.
Angel moved onto his side, resting his head in one of his hands, "Why did you cheat?"
"I didn't really... I was just taking advantage of the situation. It's not my fault you were hard and are a giant poof who's weakness is a lil helpless English boy act." Spike bragged in a purring voice.
Angel growled and the next thing his childe knew, his wrists were pinned to the sheets. "I'm not the only one weak boy, I could smell your arousal half way through the game." Angel gathered both of the blond's wrists in one hand and ran his other down the side of Spike's body. "Besides, you know you get off on having your Sire playing with poor innocent William.", he whispered against Spike's lips.
His mouth smothered his for the first time in the longest time, "You used to love trying to seduce me, those sexy glasses with just a hint of naughty devilishness in those eyes behind them, shiny wet lips parted, always brushing up against me... so inviting."
Angel rolled atop Spike and heard his boy whimper, "In fact, I believe you're playing that game tonight, aren't you William?"
He ground his hips, erection to erection.
Angel let his game face immerge and kissed Spike roughly, the blond writhing against him and groaning.
Running his mouth down to the top of Spike's throat and scratching his fangs down it's length and sank them deep into the space between neck and shoulder. Avidly drinking down the sweet coppery blood there and riding Spike's naked body hard. Silk covered cock rubbing against the other as he heard the blond gasping. Felt him rocking back up against him.
Angel sucked and licked down to Spike's chest, biting, obsessed, marking his boy all over.
Blood oozing up to the pale skin being lapped lazily. The older vampire tugged harshly at Spike's already pointed nipples.
Soon, he had, the blond coming, struggling against restraining hands without wanting to be really let go.
Angel ejaculated against his boxers as Spike was wracked with shudders, glasses going a skitter. Coming hard at Spike's whimpers as the younger vamp wrapped his legs around him and kept rocking against him.
Angel let go of Spike's hands and eased all of his weight down onto Spike, pleasure still thrumming though him.
It felt absolutely delicious to be able to hold the thin vampire close, freeing to stroke the sweet fluid pale marble lines of him that he'd so often dreamed of.
Spike curled into his Sire's touch. "What can I say? I like playing games."
End.