RATING: R
PAIRING: Angel/Spike
SUMMARY: A dialogue fic- Spike bugs Angel after hours.
DISTRIBUTION: Various lists and Wierd Romance RP- BtVS/Ats RP http://groups.yahoo.com/group/WierdRomance . Anyplace else is fine, just let us know where it is going.
SPOILERS: Season 5 Ats: Nothing specific
DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to ME. We're just having a little fun.
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
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*The quiet whispers of turning pages and the scratch a pen making notes.
The occasional groan and creak of leather as he changes positions.*
*door opens, closes*
"Peaches, it's bloody midnight! What the fuck are you doin' still working? Don't you have minions or something in this place, to do that for you?"
*Sighs heavily.*
"Great"
*whispered*
"What's it to you Spike?"
*shifting leather of a shifting office chair.*
"Nothin' but..."
" 'M lonely. And bored."
*desk creaks with added weight*
"Take a car, take some cash, have fun. And get off my desk"
*soft flutter of tossed bills and the clink of keys on the desk top.*
"Just get out of here. I have a ton of work to do before tomorrows meetings."
"Don't wanna."
*pause*
*wheels turning in very blonde little head*
"You look like yer could use a little break. Relieve some stress. let me 'elp."
*another very heavy sigh*
"Spike there are over 300 hundred employees in this building, a third of who keep demon hours, you can't find one of them to annoy?"
*pause*
"And I'm not stressed."
*thud of boots hitting floor*
" 'ere. Lemme give yer a neck rub. You always used to like them. Praised m'clever little fingers. Right...'ere. Oh, neck is so tight."
*chair creaking*
"Spike. I do not want a neck rub. Oh ah, um to the left."
"Um, Spike."
*thud of office chair being suddenly righted.*
"No, I don't want a neck rub." *beat* "Thank you."
*pause*
"Just go read or something. Or..I know play that infernal game you insisted I buy for you. What was it? Crash Berdinoot, Bandisnoot?"
"Bandicoot."
*sighs*
"You're forcing m'hand 'ere, Peaches. Gotta go for broke now."
*Sound of knees hitting floor. Snap. Zipper lowering. Purring.*
"Yelps.*
"SPIKE!"
*Sounds of batting hands and attempted rezips.
"OW!"
"Well if yer weren't fightin me, yer wouldn't 'ave caught yer finger now would ya?"
*little snicker*
"Spike no, just..no"
*Exasperated groan*
.
*whines*
"But Annnngelllll.... you know you like it. Remember all the wicked little things my tongue can do?"
"Wicked, mmm".
. "Umm, wicked? No evil. A very bad thing."
*Chair creaks again*
* the sounds of footfalls toward the door.*
"No we won't be doing the evil trip down Angelus..I mean memory lane. Thank you Spike, and good nite."
"Not going. Can't make me."
*desk shifts with added weight, again*
*Muttered curses to any god listening are barely audible.*
"Spike. Why me? Why do you enjoy being a royal Spike shaped pain in my ass?"
*put upon sigh*
" 'cause I want you, *poof.*"
*sigh*
" I would have thought the blow-job offer made that pretty clear, mate. Why the bloody 'ell do you think I've stuck around this dreadful sewer you call a city?"
* Audible blinking.*
*blink* *blink*
. *Very noisey thoughtful pause.*
"Want me? Want to torture me? Yeah that I believe."
*louder sigh*
*sound of fabric sliding over skin, snap, zipper*
"Ok, poof. Look at that. Does *that* look like wanting to torture you?"
*Pause*
"Well maybe just a little."
*wicked little snicker*
"Nahh, m all hard just from the *attempt* to give you a blow job."
*Gulp*
. *Another gulp.*
"Hey when did you get that pierced? Uh, never mind.."
*Another swallow.*
"Grrr", *low growl.*
"What are you playing at, boy?"
*desk shifting*
"Don't you want this? Can you look at this and honestly say you don't want it?" *desperate now*
"Unnghh."
*heavy footfalls. The sound of one blonde vampire being picked up off the desk and set on the floor. *
"Ohhhhhhh. Oh, fuck yesssss."
"On your knees boy."
"Yes, Sire."
*scramble of said blonde getting to his knees.*
"My boy. My William."
*quiet ragged breath. Sound of clothes being unsnapped and slipped off.
*purring*
"I seem to remember someone offering me a blow job. The mention of a wicked tongue sticks out in my mind specifically."
*soft chuckle*
"Yes, Sire!"
*purring muffled as mouth is filled*
"Oh gods boy..mmm. Oh yes."
*The sound of hands running through stiff peroxide locks.*
*purring louder, moaning, slight noise of movement, over and over*
"MMmm, ohhhh, yes...Willlll..."
*gasps and moans*
*sound of swallowing, hard.*
"WWIIIILLLLL...."
*snarling howl rolls through the office, the sounds of material being ripped*
*smacking and licking sounds*
"Oh, fuck yeah....So good to do that again, Sire. Tasting you. Servicing you. Mmmh"
*happy humming noises*
* crinkle of hands on slicked hair.*
"Was good m' boy. You were always so good. M' childe. M' sweet William."
*brogue slipping*.
"Sorry about your shirt."
*soft laugh*
.
*chuckles*
"Got more shirts. Besides, imagine how pretty I'd be all naked in your penthouse."
"GRRRR"
*sound of one very slender bleached blonde being swooped up in his sire's arms.*
"Let's find out."
The End