Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Spike's wishes for his Deathday.
Warning: Gratuitous Explicit M/M Sex. This is the smut you're momma warned you about! Also, use of fruit that is considered illegal in most states (in part 2).
Disclaimer: Yes, I don't own them. I couldn't be so lucky.
Feedback: Please, with cherries on top (giggle, smirk, giggle)
Dedication: To my bestest bud, the wonderful Meggies for her birthday. Luv ya, puss.
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Sunday mornings were Angel's favorite. No cases, no human coworkers, nothing but Angel and his childe enjoying a peaceful morning. Well, as peaceful as could be considered with Spike's involvement. Spike had changed dramatically since his acquisition of a soul. Sure, to the others at Angel Investigations the blonde was all balls and swagger, but alone with Angel soft shades of William became ever more present.
Angel cast a glance at his partner beneath heavy lids, reveling in the chance to watch Spike while his childe was unaware of the older vampire mapping every curve and sharp plane of his face. Dark chocolate orbs traveled down the impossibly sharp cheekbones, following the soft curve of sensual lips.
"Take a picture, mate. It'll last longer." Spike replied snarkily without ever raising his cerulean eyes from the newspaper.
Obviously, not as unobserved as Angel thought. He watched the corner of Spike's mouth lift in a lopsided grin. He shifted on the iron bed to run a lone finger up the pale expanse of muscular thigh, watching amusingly as Spike's jaw clenched the muscles moving spastically under the near translucent skin.
"Why do I put up with you again?" Angel murmured huskily as his finger swirled around in the blonde hair sprinkled along Spike's upper thigh. His childe's hand twisted gently in his dark hair scraping black polished nails along Angel's scalp in a sensuous motion.
"Cause I bring color to your unbelievingly dull existence?" A muffled "hmmm" escaped Angel's mouth as he buried his nose into the shadowed crease of Spike's naked groin inhaling deeply the wonderful smell of the blonde.
In a frighteningly quick motion, Spike dropped the paper and crawled atop of his Sire. His lean frame pushing Angel back amid the tangled sheets. Spike's clear blue eyes darkened to midnight as he felt the stiff evidence of desire beneath his buttocks. Lean hips grinded downward on Angel's hard flesh, drawing moans from both demons as Spike's naked ass enveloped the straining erection between his muscular cheeks.
"That.and I just happen to have the tightest ass you've ever had the pleasure of buggering." A deep velvet chuckle fell from Angel's lips as he realized that Spike indeed spoke the truth. Said ass was playing havoc with Angel's steel determination at the present moment. Large hands rested on angular hips, digging into the flesh to grind their bodies even closer together.
"Fuck, peaches." Spike groaned as his own turgid length bobbed to attention between them, the exaggerated head peeking beneath the smooth silk of Spike's foreskin.
"In due time, boy. First, I have a question for you." Spike lowered his body bringing them flush against each other, not one inch of Angel's skin wasn't covered by the blonde. Soft lips hovered over the others not connecting but only a breath away as their lower bodies continued a slow, lazy rhythm.
"Question? Okay, I'm waiting with baited breath." Spike murmured as his silky tongue escaped to lick tentatively at his Sire's lips.
"You're Deathday is Saturday. What do you want?" Angel gasped as his erection prodded the entrance of Spike's body. Pressing ever so gently, he felt the muscles of Spike's channel sucking him inside of his unprepared lover. Inch by tantalizing inch disappeared into the body above Angel, drawing him inside by sheer want. Angel felt the tender tissue stretch but give no resistance as his cock ghosted over the hardened nub of Spike's prostate.
"Now that's a loaded.shit!.question if I ever heard one." Spike fought to keep his composure as Angel's thick shaft rearranged his insides. He felt his walls tear despite the gentle motion releasing small drops of blood to lubricate around Angel's shaft. The tantalizing scent of blood filled their nostrils as low-inhuman growls rumbled through their chests. Finally, Angel's groin joined flush inside Spike's body as both demons eyes widened at the feeling of completion. Fullness. Ownership.
Slowly, Spike raised his body until only the bulbous head of Angel's cock remained inside him. Watching those velvety brown eyes flare with gold as Spike slid down again joining them together again was nearly Spike's undoing. Angel's eyes were held mesmerized as he watched the place where his body joined Spike's. He stared as Spike rose again; seeing his hardness bathed in his Childe's blood disappear into that hidden treasure once again.
"How bout something wickedly.ummmm.delicious?" Spike groaned as Angel's large hands bit into the skin of his hips leaving purpling bruises in their wake. "with whipped cream.ah, fuck." Angel hung on Spike's every breathless word as he raised his knees behind the undulating blonde tilting his hips to drive relentlessly into his favored childe. "And. Don't forget.the cherry on top. God, Angelus! Fuck me.fuck me now!"
Hearing the strangled command bellow from Spike's throat allowed Angel's demon to break free. In a move that defied gravity and all laws of physics, Angel flipped them until he towered over the near mindless body below him. Flinging Spike's legs onto his shoulders, he braced his arms on either side of the quivering body and slammed their bodies together with a force that shook the bed. Over and over, Angel slid his way home into the only place he felt truly alive. Inside his beautiful childe.
Spike's platinum head thrashed on the stark white sheets, taken over by a fierce immeasurable pleasure that nearly blinded him. Harsh gasps of unneeded breath filled the room along with the slap of flesh on flesh joined in an age-old dance. Angel's hand gripped Spike's erection, stroking it in time with the punishing rhythm of his cock sliding into Spike's body.
Angel's head was thrown back in pleasure as he felt the demon visage overtake his human features. He stared down to meet the same golden eyes of his childe. Watching as Spike licked an elongated fang, purposely puncturing it on the sharpened end. A dark crimson droplet beckoned Angel as it hung precariously on that wicked tongue.
Never interrupting the punishing joining of their bodies, Angel bent to wrap his own silken tongue around Spike's savoring the taste of one of his own. Someone that belonged to him, only to him. Angel sucked forcefully pulling more of Spike's own elixir into his mouth. Lips smashed together, fangs slicing along delicate flesh as their bodies continued to come together always seeking a way closer. To swallow each other up until they didn't know where one ended and the other began.
Angel pulled back to stare at the blood smeared mouth, the swollen mouth and the fire in those blue eyes that burned him from the inside out. He felt his body tighten as climax licked at his skin. Spike's head turned to expose the long expanse of his throat in an involuntary act of submission. Angel's hand pulled Spike's erection relentlessly in a blur of motion as his own body fucked to possess his childe.
Angel saw the twin marks made so long ago on that neck. Marks that he made in a darkened alley as William clung to his lapels. Those marks that made Spike his for all eternity. His dark head dropped and with a quick lick across the near- silver scar embedded his fangs to the gum into that silken skin.
Spike exploded immediately covering their stomachs in a creamy blanket as his Sire took the first draw of blood from his throat. Angel felt the ripple of orgasm echo through Spike's channel, milking his own climax from him. Blood blossomed on his tongue as his body convulsed with the force of completion. His cock erupted and filled Spike's channel to overflowing.
Angel eased onto Spike's limp body sated and numb. Enjoying the soft stroke of a calloused hand down his spine. Angel felt the soft rumble of laughter flow from Spike's chest and surround him in a rich, vibrating timbre.
"What's so funny?" Angel said softly as he met the laughing eyes.
"THAT, peaches, is why you keep me around."
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Spike tromped into the courtyard of the Hyperion. Heavy footsteps foretold his anger and annoyance. The heavy iron gate groaned in protest as it was nearly torn from its hinges.
Stupid bint! Visions, my ass. What kind of upstanding demon would dare set foot into McDonald's playland? The only demons there were less than three foot tall and covered in three inches of unnamable stickiness.
He glared at the tiny five-fingered handprints covering his beloved duster. When he had charged into the fast food restaurant swinging an ax, the children crawled from everywhere convinced he was the birthday party entertainment.
Soddin' kids! How dare they touch my bloody coat? Legs is gonna get an earful. Gonna let her know exactly where she can stick her soddin' visions!
He burst through the door with streams of shouted British expletives falling quickly from his pink lips.
"You've been sniffing too much hair spray, Legs. There weren't any soddin' demons other than the little hell spawns attending a bloody birthday party! Next time you have a stupid vision, you can send the Great Poof."
He searched the empty office. All but one light was out and not a single human in sight. The ax fell dejectedly from his grip to clatter noisily on the floor.
"Happy fuckin' Deathday, Spike. Sorry we sent you to the hell known as McDonald's Playland." He mumbled to the empty walls. He shuffled down the stairs into the vast lobby, still muttering to himself.
"Oh, thank you, you inconsiderate humans for this wonderful surprise party! Best thing that's happened to me since the Poof learned how to give head. Oh, just love the decorations. Presents, for me? Oh, you shouldn't have.Oh, wait! You fuckin' didn't!"
Spike screamed the last statement into the empty room, cringing as his lonely voice echoed back to him off of the stone walls. Not like I expected much, maybe a card, or a bottle of JD. But no, not for dear 'ol Spikey that's been saving your soddin' asses for the last year. No, couldn't take one fuckin' minute from your dull lives to say 'fuck off'!
His narrow shoulders slumped as he made his way upstairs. He couldn't help the hurt that crept into his bones that he was forgotten.again. That he didn't count enough, even to his old sire, just for one spared thought on this day that changed his life 150 years ago today. In a darkened alley amid the hay and horseshit, he'd left the fragile William behind and become something strong. Something feared. Something that can barely bump into a human and get a mind rendering migraine. Oh yeah, fear is running high you stupid ponce. Unlife sucks!
He moved noiselessly down the corridor toward his and Angel's rooms, listening intently for any hint of activity or voices. All he heard was silence of a depressing existence. Spike sighed deeply as he opened the door to apartment 214.
Immediately, the thick smell of his Sire filled his nostrils. Musk, leather, and darkness. He could smell the spicy soap Angel used and the clean smell of flesh. Spike stood spellbound in the doorway, just drawing huge gulps of air into his dead lungs that smelled of Angel. Shadows lurked in every nook and cranny, secreting the apartment and its contents away under a dark blanket save the small flicker of light shining beneath the closed bedroom door.
A small smile lifted one side of Spike's mouth as he toed out of his boots and crept toward the painted oak surface. Pressing an ear toward the door, he heard the tinkling of glass and the crackle of the sparks from the fireplace. Spike shrugged out of his duster leaving it lay as a crumpled heap on the floor.
With a soft turn of the brass doorknob, the light of the fire bathed over him like sunlight warming his pale flesh immediately. His blue eyes scanned the room as Angel materialized in the doorway of the bathroom clad in a black silk dressing robe, his hair soft and damp from a recent shower.
Spike traveled from those dark locks down the deep V of muscled chest revealed from the robe's opening. He took in the loosely knotted belt at Angel's trim waist down the muscular legs to his sexily bare feet. Gods, he is a vision.
Angel smiled slowly at his childe's appreciative gaze as he sauntered forward carrying two crystal glasses in one hand and a bottle of champagne in the other.
Spike looked around the room finally noticing the lush rug before the fire and the covered silver platter resting on the floor.
"Expecting company, luv?" Spike murmured lowly as his tongue peeked out to lick his lips that had suddenly become dry from the erotic vision of his Sire.
"You could say that." Angel replied huskily as he deposited the glasses on the floor and rested the champagne in the silver cooler filled with ice. He approached his childe slowly caressing the silk of his lapel in his large hands.
"Looks like the guest of honor has arrived." He chuckled as he came to stand before Spike. Moments passed as they stood toe to toe, not touching just feeling the closeness of the other.
"Maybe we should get you more comfortable. I feel way underdressed." Angel whispered as his hand grasped the hem of the tight black T-shirt and pulled it up exposing the rippling muscles of Spike's abdomen. The cloth slid over the blonde's head tousling the plastered locks into wild disarray. Angel dropped the shirt at his feet and reach long fingers out to pluck at the button fly of Spike's impossibly tight jeans. Each button eased free drew a slight gasp from the wearer as Angel's fingers ghosted across the springy hair surrounding his achingly hard cock.
Angel pushed the denim fabric down tight thighs and left them puddle at Spike's ankles before stooping to remove them and the socks that covered his feet. Gloriously naked at last, Spike was near mindless with want and Angel hadn't even really touched him yet.
"So what is all this?" Spike said seductively as Angel led him before the fire indicating him to recline on the floor.
"I'm giving you what you wanted for your Deathday." Angel replied as he made himself comfortable before the fire.
"Which 'want' exactly? I recall telling you at least thirty things." Spike watched as Angel expertly poured to shimmering glasses full of bubbling champagne.
"You told me you wanted something wickedly delicious. And I remember you specifically asking for whipped cream and cherries. Am I right?" Angel chuckled huskily as he removed the domed silver lid from the platter. Spike shuddered with lust as a tray of rich luscious fruit was revealed to him. Ripe red strawberries, juicy bits of pineapple, large green grapes and rich ruby cherries surrounded a silver bowl piled high with creamy whipped cream.
Angel watched as emotion flooded Spike's eyes darkening instantly to a deep midnight blue. A shaking hand brought the glass to lush lips as Spike downed the champagne in one swallow. Angel refilled the glass and raised his own into the air.
"Happy Deathday, Will. May you have all you ever wanted." Both men drank deeply while their eyes never wavered from each other. Angel reached for the knotted belt of his robe, loosening it easily as he pulled the two parts apart revealing himself to his partner. Spike groaned loudly as he saw the heavy dripping shaft nestled between Angel's thighs.
"Lie back." Angel commanded softly, pleased as Spike complied silently. Small trembles shook the lean frame as Spike waited for a single touch. One touch and he would find release. A touch that never came as Angel delved into the tray bringing one piece of juicy pineapple to Spike's lips. The blonde hesitated momentarily as he found Angel's eyes again, drowning in the velvety darkness.
Rivulets of juice dropped from Angel's fingers onto the extended pink tongue of his Childe before Spike bit softly into the sweet fruit. A moan of bliss escaped his throat as the pineapple's sweet elixir exploded on his tongue. Angel watched through heavy lidded eyes at the sheer eroticism of watching Spike devour the tidbit.
The dark demon retrieved a ripe strawberry and swiped it through the peaked cream and presented it to his lover. Spike opened his mouth obediently and waited for his reward. Angel smeared the cream around those lush lips, watching in awe, as Spike's pink tongue appeared to lave the fruit as it painted his lips. Angel leaned forward to lick at the creamy white substance framing that wicked mouth. Tongues met softly, caressing in languid strokes as the whipped cream was cleaned from Spike. Just as the younger demon's hands came up to weave through the dark hair of his Sire, Angel pulled away.
A low growl reverberated from Spike's chest as Angel chuckled at his frustration. Spike watched as his Sire popped the strawberry into his mouth and enjoyed the sweet fruit licking the remaining juice from his fingers.
"Turn over." Angel commanded huskily which caused Spike's brow to arch in question. "Do it, now."
Spike obeyed albeit reluctantly and felt Angel's hands pull him up onto all fours. His Sire pushed pillows beneath his narrow hips and softly pushed him down onto them effectively opening himself up to Angel's gaze. Angel ran his hands reverently across the muscled hips watching as the flesh quivered with each touch.
Spike trembled in anticipation as Angel plucked the largest cherry from the platter and brought the dripping fruit to the deep crease between Spike's buttocks. Pale fingers gripped into the brocade pillows as Spike felt sticky droplets of juice run down his crevice. With one hand, Angel separated the tight cheeks gazing upon the twitching entry to Spike's body.
Angel rubbed the sweet fruit across the puckering rosette watching in wonder as the clear red juice marked the skin, glistening in the firelight. Spike's body tensed as Angel's tongue touched his skin laving around the cherry and licked against his entrance.
"Fuck.Angelus." Spike's toes curled into the rug as his body fought to both escape and draw closer to the exquisite torture. Forcing his tongue into a vicious spear, Angel pushed the round cherry into his childe rejoicing in the strangled moans from Spike's lips.
Spike felt the small intrusion as Angel's tongue stabbed it deeper into him. He felt the wetness of the fruit's juice leaking from his hole. Angel pulled Spike onto his knees giving himself better leverage to tongue fuck his childe. Spike's head reared back harshly as Angel licked and sucked around the embedded cherry, using the stem to nearly pull it from Spike's body only to watch it disappear again.
Spike's hips moved in tandem pushing his dripping erection into the pillows and pushing back against Angel's tongue. He felt the numbness travel from his toes up his legs, his climax racing toward his balls. As the tingling encased his sac and licked at his cock, Spike wailed as Angel's thick hand clasped harshly around the base of his erection, staving off his orgasm.
"No, no, Childe. Not yet. You're cherry's not popped."
Spike's head twisted painfully to stare at the laughing face of his Sire.
"You've gotta be fuckin' kidding me, Angel." Spike yelled in annoyance.
"C'mon, Spike. You can do it." Angel said lowly as his hand started to stroke the near purple erection. Angel watched in fascination as Spike's hole clenched, the muscles quivering around the cherry. As Angel stroked faster, Spike's eyes closed as his release roared forward. He screamed loudly and Angel watched avidly as the round fruit burst inside that beautiful body, the juice rolling out and down to drip from the blonde's sac as Spike exploded onto the pillows.
"Holy fuck" Spike rasped as he collapsed, small tremors wracking his lean frame.
Angel pulled the deflated fruit from his childe and popped it into his mouth. Catching Spike's hot gaze at the erotic action. Spike smiled evilly with an arched brow.
"You know you're supposed to have five servings a fruit a day, right Peaches?"
The End