Pairing: Spike/Angelus
Rating: NC-17
Summary: What happens to the characters when fic writers take a break.
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Spoilers: Season 6 BtVS: None.
Warnings: Slash content (duh).
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We join our fic, already in progress......
Spike whimpers and his body starts to tremble. The release of tension was now fast being replaced by all new tension as Angelus' touches drive him slowly mad with desire. He cries out as those fingers enter him. Then the attentions to his mark. "Sire...oh god...Sire..." he gasps, and then keens softly.
Angelus doesn't want to hold back anymore his childe trembling, and sounding so pretty, he wants more of that. Two fingers being scarcely enough preparation Angelus offers him a warning, "want you, want to fuck you now." Angelus growls against his neck, his fingers sliding from Spike's ass with little care, and moving to his hip, he pulls Spike against him, tipping his own hip so his cock slides between his cheeks. Letting his hip go, he slides his hand up and under his thigh, lifting Spike's leg and laying it over his hip, he then takes his cock in hand and guides it into him, a hard push and the head popped into him, Angelus quickly moves his up in a bruising grip over Spike's hip, as he thrusts forward seating himself at last. "Don't move." Angelus growls into Spike's ear, his fingers biting into that slim hip again, pulling him just that much tighter. He wants to be still, and just feel the glove he entered, the spasms and the pull of too tight flesh over his cock, he closes his eyes for just that second. Spike hears those words with joy. He knows there will be pain from that enormous shaft pushing into him but he wants to feel it, wants Angelus in him, and he loves that Angelus wants him so much. He trembles but holds still, a cry torn from him as Angelus enters him, almost splitting him open. He is tight as a drum over the proud piece of flesh. He whimpers at the steel fingers digging into his hip, and bites his lip. "Sire..." he moans.
Angelus grunts, and moans softly, then he releases Spike's hip, letting him rock just slightly from him. "Ah, yes childe." He growls, "move for me boy, want you to fuck me good. Now." He demands, his mouth returning to Spike's mark, his teeth scraping the skin.
There is a long pause, no one moving. A really long pause.
Spike starts to move, but not the way Angelus expects. He starts
to wriggle off him. A low cautionary growl as Angelus' huge pawing grip
returns to Spike's hip. "Where do you think you're going boy?" Angelus
nearly snarls into that pretty neck, still just under his mouth.
"The writers took a break," Spike says. "They're ‘avin’ sex and
they want me to join in."
"Writing our scene apparently got them all worked up, right?"
Another very deep growl, Angelus' more than daunting anger rising. He pulls
on Spike's hip with a crushing grip, leaving pretty blue black marks. His
cock with mind of it's own, considering it's size, was unaffected so far
by this turn of events so long as it had a tight velvet channel to be driven
into.
"Either my ears are failing me in my old age boy, or you have
surely lost your mind." Angelus surmises, his voice growing quiet and forboding.
Spike winces a bit and moans at the tight grip.
"We're fictional, you know. C'mon, Sire. Surely you don't think
we'd spend this much time ‘avin' sex otherwise. I mean, we're vampires,
but really. Those women just 'ave a really dirty imagination."
Angelus takes pause.
"Fictional. Well hells boy, of course we're fictional. The reason
I am questioning your tentative hold on sanity." Angelus shoves himself
a little deeper, leaning over Spike. " See, I can do this," thrust, "and
this," pull out and thrust again, "because we are fictional boy. But the
Writers. Well. Let's just say I'd like to see you try it boy." Angelus
chuckles against Spike's neck.
"No body, no cock, boy." He says, and muffles another laugh into
his shoulder.
Spike writhes and groans at the thrusts.
"Okay, yeah, y'r right. But they must 'ave somethin' in mind,
'cause they asked me along. So I've gotta go then, right? I mean, they
are in charge." Angelus grunts, and thrusts in harder, his arm now
around Spike's waist, splayed fingers over his belly.
"The hell..." He groans, and nips at Spike's mark.
"Don't remember seeing Darla behind those keyboards, thank the devil,
so I am pretty certain I am still *the* Sire here," thrust with a grand
motion of well muscled hips, "boy," Angelus growls into his ear.
Spike whimpers at the nip and then gasps at each thrust.
"Yes, you're the Sire!" He cries out.
Just then the door opens and a young, slim, blonde-haird blue-eyed
boy wanders in and looks around.
"Wow."
"What in the fucking hell are you doing here?" Angelus roars,
looking up at Andrew, of all people. If Angelus weren't already so neatly
seated inside Spike's ass, he would have probably lunged for the throat
of anyone who entered his room without permission. But well, Spike's ass,
being Spike's ass after all, seems to at least calm to the beast to fear
inducing roars, instead of skin flaying, neck breaking attacks.
Andrew cringes.
"I was bored, okay? I mean, Warren and Jonathan are all busy
sniping at each other and not paying attention to *me*, and I re-read all
my comic books and watch the *whole* Star Wars series again, and I figured
I would come in here while the writers were gone and see what was going
on. Wow, you guys are like *really*, *really* good looking. So are either
of you gonna," He blushes and whispers the word,"fuck me later? The writers
haven't told me anything." Angelus makes a half snarl, sigh
sort of noise. Very odd sound from a Master vampire, something just this
side of aggravated frustration. And considering Angelus was making the
noise, that was probably not a good thing.
"You keep looking at my boy that way, and I'm sure I can arrange
providing a new hole to fuck for you to get fucked in. That what you had
in mind welp?" Angelus fixes the slender little blonde in a stare that
would make the most descriptively written hard ass run home to moma.
Andrew blushes and turns around, muttering, "Geez, touchy vampires. I mean,
you guys get all the good scenes. You get to have incredible sex and have
cute guys drool all over you before you kill them and everything. I just
get to be the dorky comic relief." Spike chuckles from his position under
Angelus.
"Yeah, sucks to be you, dunnit? Really, though, you oughta just
go back to Warren and Jonathan and go starkers and see what 'appens. Bet
at least one of 'em is gay." Andrew lights up.
"Really? You think so?" He heads out of the room, closing the
door behind him.
Angelus groans, and pulls himself out of Spike. He rolls the pretty
blonde on his back. "You know. You're wrong right?" Angelus says
simply, as he grabs under Spike's thighs, raising them up as he slide back
into Spike's slick, and wonderfully wide open ass, gotta love fictional
sphincters, Angelus thinks.
"Yes..ahh.." he groans, "saw the script. The other two are straight
as arrows, and Myst promised *he* isn't getting to touch either of my boys."
Angelus says with the matter of fact conviction that only an ego as big
as the Angelus would allow. Spike groans and shivers.
"Got 'im out of 'ere, dinnit? With any luck at all, the other
two will beat 'im senseless." Spike writhes against Angelus.
"You do really eat up the whole 'Sire I'm in charge I own everything
I've got the biggest cock in the world thing', don't ya?" Angelus
can't help but smile at that. Thrusting his hips hard enough to rattle
Spike' s teeth, he laughs.
"Well childe, when you have it flaunt it. Believe that's how
the saying goes." Angelus picks up a hard fast pace.
"Or are you questioning my prowess boy?" Angelus demands, over
his self-appreciative laugher, adding a few fingers tickling Spike's balls
as just that little touch, that no fic could do without. Spike cries
out at the hard thrusts. He speaks in gasps now as he is pounded.
"No. But it 'ardly seems fair that *you* always get to 'ave a
monster in your pants that I cower before. Why can't *I* ever 'ave the
monster in my pants?"
"Well is it my fault my writer has a little monster in her, now
is it boy?" Angelus grunts, smacking Spike's thigh with a roaring laugh.
"Maybe you should have a little talk with that writer of yours.."
Angelus muses. Angelus slams once more, and seems to peer off into space
all the sudden, his eyes narrow.
"Well wouldn't talk to her right now," he smirks, "seems the
ladies are doing just fine without this little thing." Angelus chuckles,
wrapping a bear paw around Spike's more than ample member.
"Yep, looks like they are having quite the high old time." Angelus
sighs, with feigned remorse. Spike whimpers and bucks against Angelus'
grip. His damn writer had some kind of a fetish for Angelus' hands and
so of course he did. Couldn't get touched without practically cumming all
over himself.
"Damn writers. 'ave me acting like some sort of energizer bunny
slut. Just finished fuckin' Wes not 5 pages ago, now I'm in 'ere with you,
getting pounded into the bed. Not," he adds, "that I'm complainin'
about all the sex, mind you. But they make me look like such a little whore."
Angelus almost has to pull out, he is laughing so hard. "Well boy.."
Laughs, snorts," they think you are sex on legs, and well..," Angelus leans
on him hard, barely holding himself up, "you are a fucking whore.
I could fuck you six ways to Sunday and you'd beg for more. Ahhh, thinking
I like this fictional thing more and more.. Grand ego, huge cock, adoring
and fearful children, and a writer with a vicious streak a mile wide. Hmm..ohhh
yeahhh...come on boy, you know you can move that ass better than that."
Glares off again, "hey Salustra, how 'bout you get your fingers out of
there long enough to put a little wiggle in his ass.." Angelus demands,
staring off into the bright lights just behind the keyboards. Spike
finds himself suddenly writhing harder under Angelus. His cock hardens
more and strains in Angelus' grasp.
"Ohhh, fuck, *so* not playin' fair, there, Sire. You know my
writer just loves ‘avin' me fucked by you." He cranes his neck back and
looks where Angelus was staring.
"Really, though...how exactly do they *get* in that position?"
Angelus grins, and nods to the lovely writers, while fucking the hell
out of that wonderfully writhing body, his cock is just loving this.
He speaks and the writers listen. Nice wet tight channel to milk him to
completion.
"Ohh..yeah. Gods they gave you an ass that would make demons
cry." Angelus looks over at the entwined and very acrobatically inclined
girls again.
"Well imagination boy. Those girls really are filthy aren't they?"
He says a little breathless, his release coiling up inside him.
"Never seen a computer mouse used quiet like that." Angelus says
in a groany voice, and closes his eyes, leaning over and pulling on Spike's
hips more fiercely. Spike moans and cries out. True to the best traditions
of fic, he is ready to have a near-simultaneous orgasm with Angelus.
"Yes they are. Since they're on break, you still gonna make me
beg for permission to cum and everything?" Angelus growls and reaches up
to grab and twist the hell out of Spike's nipple.
"You know, you could ruin a wet dream you little brat." He quickly
turns off the little button that let's him hear what the fuck Spike says,
and turns on the maximum overdrive fuck him into the mattress button. Firmly
set, he grins looking actually very sweet.
"And I care if you cum?" Angelus says, his voice serious and
low, would have been quiet convincing of the demon-to-the-fore, look that
is ohhhh so part and particle for every fic you ever read. Would have been,
except his lip trembles, and a roaring laugh rolls from his lips.
Spike tries to talk and finds that nothing seems to come from his lips.
Now he wants the writers back. At least his writer makes sure he gets heard.
On the other hand, getting fucked into the mattress isn't all bad.
Angelus wipes his eyes with a free hand, which always seems to
be available. "Ahh..hee hee. " he sighs," A speechless Spike? Oh
holy shit." Looks over the keyboards, seeing sights both lewd and physically
impossible, he waves off his comment. "Hey let's try something different.
How 'bout you cum, hmmm...ahh..well. Nah.." Angelus snickers, "Cum boy.
*now.*" He says, in that voice with those eyes, and those *hands* gripping
Spike, just like he knows the little whore loves it. Well just the way
his writer knows, Spike's writer likes it anyway. But well, that was all
academic and far too much thinking for the fucking he was doing.
Spike cums at Angelus' words. And the touches, of course. This
time there's no rhapsodic descriptions of it, just a messy gush as he jerks
hard, his eyes rolling, and he grunts and moans. Oddly enough, the noises
are still audible. Fuckin' Angelus, of course he wants to hear the noises.
What he does wonder, in a corner of his mind, is how Angelus got control
of all the buttons. It seems terribly unfair and he's gonna have to have
a looooong talk with his writer when she got back. Angelus unfortunately
really does have the fixation on sound that his writer has portrayed. Sounds,
and clenching wet flesh gripping his cock. Well fuck, he thinks, control
not being innate, his writer having all that hoarded away somewhere. His
ball draw up and shoot a thick nasty, musky gush up Spike's ass. The mess
not magickally disappearing, but dripping back out of Spike making a royal
mess all over the both of them. Wet, messy, and not at all neat. Angelus
is pulled back instantly from that.
"Oh gross that is soooo not right." Angelus cringes, pulling
himself out of Spike lacking that oh so necessary care, the writers are
so fond of throwing in there. Spike whimpers, and then he sighs. Angelus
is really such a prissy neat freak at times. He wriggles out from under
Angelus and trots off to bring back wet cloths to clean everything up.
It will never do for there to be a mess when the writers come back. After
all, they expect their boys to just stay in position til they start typing
again. Unfair, really. He moves over and silently starts the cleanup.
Angelus, snags a rag and cleans himself up, with a few very unsirely
whimpers at the mess. He looks over at silent Spike.
"Umm ahh, hey," he tries, then sighs and pulls himself to his
full height crossing his arms and leveling one of those *looks* at Spike.
"All right, soo...what's with the..." He stops, thinks and flicks
that button again. That one that *lets* Spike talk. Ooopsy..He smiles inwardly,
his face never changing. "So ummm...well what are we gonna do now?
Those two will be at it for hours.." Angelus says, hooking a thumb over
his shoulder at the temporarily sighing and slightly sated girls, who are
believe it or not starting up again. Spike chuckles.
"Well, not much to do, is there? We could always go get Wes out
of the little room and start up a threesome. Or just do some more of this.
It's not like there's a television in this damn monstrosity of a mansion.
You'd think with all your money and everythin' that you could afford a
decent entertainment center." Angelus blinks, "hmmm.." He hums. Well you
know wouldn't hurt you to read a book Spike. For godsakes, it's no wonder
everyone thinks you're a brutish moron, now is it?" He says, laying back
on the bed well away from the wet spot.
"Well, suppose we could ....talk." He offers, looking down at
the foot of the bed, his eyes a little vacant in thought. Spike looks genuinely
surprised.
"Awright," he answers, blinking a bit. "Not like *that* 'appens
all that often in fic. Usually it's just you orderin' me around or makin'
dirty talk or vague threats."
Angelus growls reflexively.
"Ahemm. Excuse me," he clears his throat. "So I suppose I should
tilt my head just so, and give smirky little looks that make the little
girl weak at the knees." Angelus muses, "oo..or maybe I should put on my
brogue, and dress like a little lost watcherling, and be all vulnerable
and oh the big bad vampire stole my virtue.." Angelus says, with affected
foppish tones, and eye fluttering.
"Some of us just have to work the man angle. Tough job, but someone
has to do it." Angelus says, but there's just a little pouty to it. Spike
rolls over and gives Angelus a look of mock sympathy.
"And you do so well at it. I mean, it's not exactly as if it's
some great 'ardship bein' your boy. At least this isn't one of those fics
where you're usin' all sorts of exotic bondage and torture devices on me.
My writer has read some of those and, brrr." Spike shudders. Angelus tips
his head and looks far away.
"Bondage, torture...yeah...umm...devices." Angelus chuckles.
"Well darling boy. Just be grateful I am not my writer. She's
one sick little girl." Angelus shakes his head and the thousand yard stare
off.
"Not such a bad prospect, but well your more fluff and tumble,
than leather and oooo yeah..." Angelus says, a little dismissive, putting
his hands behind his head, laid out for he world to see.
"Weeeeell, I don't mind a little bondage and torture, really.
But some of 'em 'ave me looking like somethin' out of a bad S&M novel,
walkin' around with every conceivable piece of hardware they can think
of." Angelus snorts.
"Nahh, she's not even one for that. Prefers her implements, a
bit more permanent." Angelus chuckles.
"But...tying you up and then, playing with those buttons they
left out. Well that does sound like fun." Angelus says, touching his lip
thinking.
"Yeah, 'ow come *you* get control of the buttons? 'ardly seems
fair." Spike says in a tone of mock outrage, then chuckles.
"But, yeah, I'm game for it. I 'aven't been tied up in a while."
Spike wriggles suggestively against Angelus.
"And you know 'ow curious I am. I'd like t'see what the buttons
do."
"Well Sire, silly. Who else they going to leave in control? You?
Oh gods, we'd end up fucking pieces of fruit by the time your libido got
done with us" Angelus chuckles. "Oh no maybe they'd leave blue eyed
little boy there in charge. Geeezz we'd all end up wearing floral prints,
except you. You'd be a leather clad god thing." Fake shudder, and a laugh.
"Besides, the buttons are sensitive and well they do all sort
of things. Anyway, think you mentioned something about tying you up?" Angelus
says, raising his brows.
Spike laughs out loud at Angelus' analysis of the situation.
"Yeah, y'r right." And then he stretches out, putting his hands
above his head, looking coyly at Angelus.
"All ready f'r the tyin'-up part."
"Of course you would be, wouldn't you?" Angelus says smiling.
"You know...this place will have to be cleaned up before the
girls get back. Think you can handle that boy?" Angelus teases, taking
each of Spike's wrists in his fists, as he pulls himself over Spike's slender
frame. Spike moans. The hands, again, and gripping his wrists. He
is such a squirming little sub when it comes to Angelus. He nods, smiling.
"Of course. Your wish is my command." There is just the slightest tone
of insolence in his voice. Angelus slides both his wrists up and
over Spike's head, stretching him out, laying full out pining him completely
with his apparently massive body.
"Yeah and I believe that childe." Angelus laughs, nipping Spike's
neck. "You are just oh so willing. Willing to get fucked. Willing to be
tied up and...." Angelus' eyes gleam, he looks up.
"Hey what the hell. They're watching us." Angelus nearly snarls.
Spike cranes his neck.
"Mmm. Yes they are. Got a button over there to black out the
screen, maybe? Give us a little privacy? 'Cause I'm really lookin' forward
to gettin' tied up." Angelus leans up, well they are they're buttons after
all boy. But maybe...just maybe ...His eyes narrow, and well...fade to
black. Fade? No fucking zip to a blank screen more like. But from the black....
"There. Happy now?" Angelus' only slightly annoyed voice, laughing.
"*Very* 'appy." Spike chuckles.
Back out beyond the screens the writers, inspired, get out some soft
cotton rope. And then everyone lived happily and hornily ever after. The
end.
The End