Pairing: Angel/Spike
Spoilers: None
Summary: Angel needs to say a certain word...
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The plush carpet muffled the thud when Spike's knees hit the floor, but did nothing to hide Angel's groan as the blonde latched his lips over the tip of the cock. With a quirk of his scarred eyebrow, Spike held the head in place with blunt teeth and flicked his tongue over the weeping slit at a merciless pace, eliciting a series of moans from Angel. Gathering the fluid already seeping out, a groan rumbled in Spike's chest when the unique taste of his sire slid over his tongue and down his throat.
Above him, Angel was growing impatient with the lack of the talented tongue along his length and tilted his hips, hoping Spike would open for him and take him inside. He whimpered pathetically when his pleasure was denied as Spike increased the pressure of his teeth. The blunt teeth lacked the sharp edges of fangs. Instead of piercing the skin and releasing some of the agonizing pressure, they only added to it.
Staggering from the blurring pain and blinding pleasure, Angel stumbled away until his back met the wall. "Suck me!"
The commanding tone did not please Spike as he glared warningly at Angel and stopped the movement of his tongue, still holding the thick cock in place with his teeth. Slowly, the blond hollowed out his cheeks and sucked and sucked; collecting rather than swallowing the precome as it dripped steadily on his tongue.
"Please...please!" Pleas fell from Angel's lips as easily as the commands he barked out every day to his employees.
Rolling his eyes at how easily Angel could be reduced to begging, Spike used his tongue to smear the engorged head with precome, and then cleaned it off with lingering licks.
Only the slight tightening of Spike's fingers, entwined with Angel's, served as a warning before Spike opened his jaw and allowed half of the hard length in. The older vampire wanted to weep at the pleasure when the cool, wet mouth covered his burning cock, but also felt the urge to sob as Spike stopped half-way.
Letting the head rest against his throat, Spike proceeded to roll his tongue over the pulsing flesh. He stretched his tongue to circle around the thickness, tightening his throat when he felt Angel's cock throb.
As Spike used his bottom lip to caress the vein on the underside of the hardness in his mouth, Angel felt his balls clench. He made a move to fondle his own aching sack, letting out a frustrated sigh when he realized that his fingers were still interlaced with Spike's.
A gentle scrape of teeth over sensitive flesh as he bobbed his head slightly earned Spike a loud and insistent groan from Angel.
Angel's hands moved to guide Spike's head down to devour the entire cock, but the movement stilled when the blonde flicked his wrists and bent the wandering fingers backward; not to break the bones, but to serve as a warning. The older vampire felt tears stinging his eyes when Spike began retreating and his cock left the moist mouth. Once again, Spike was back with only Angel's cock head in his mouth and resumed the lazy stroking against the weeping slit.
The begging from Angel became more incoherent and urgent, words like "please", "now", "suck", "Spike" and "harder" scrambled together until it was one desperate plea.
"Spike..." Whatever he was going to beg, threaten or whimper died when Spike purred. The vibration washed over the extra-sensitive tip and taunted Angel's exposed cock. The tears escaped Angel's eyes.
Giving into the older vampire's needs, Spike descended on the stiff cock and didn't stop until the head was rested at the opening of his throat. With more flesh to play with, the blonde pushed the vein with his tongue, nudging it to the left then to the right, all the while tightening his lips around like a cock ring. Angel let out another jumbled cry as the need to come built in his balls.
Looking up at Angel's scrunched up face, Spike winked then swallowed, massaging the tender head with his throat. Angel would have come if not for the set of lips that still acted as a painful and effective cock ring.
A light tap on Angel's thigh with his wrist sent the message of "Say it" loud and clear.
"No…"
Huffing an annoyed sigh through his nose, Spike angled his mouth so that his tonsil pressed against the tiny hole at the end, effectively stopping the flow of precome.
Having the only small means of release denied, Angel felt like his cock was going to explode. The word Spike wanted to hear was shouted out with raw desire.
"Uncle!" Before the last syllable faded in the air, Angel wrenched his hands free and buried his fingers in Spike's hair, pushing, pleading and urging the blonde to give him something to soothe his wounded pride.
With a devious gleam in his eyes, Spike arched his neck and resisted. When Angel pushed harder, he relaxed the muscles in his neck and throat and plunged down, swallowing the rigid cock whole.
A series of swallows and purrs produced a mixture of groans, moans and whimpers from Angel.
Each groan acted like fingers tightening around Spike's cock. Every moan sent shivers down his back, trailing over his spine, then his ass and ending at his balls. Whimpers were the ones that did him in; the little pathetic sounds were like tongues, licking and sucking over his penis.
Not wanting to come before Angel did, Spike stretched his mouth to an impossible width and in his next head bob, took in the heavy sack as well. As he sucked and swallowed, he weighted the sack on his tongue, rubbing his bottom lip over them and grazing his blunt teeth over the tender skin. Only the animalistic shout from Angel prepared him for the oncoming orgasm; Spike felt the testicles swell and deflate slightly on his tongue right before a stream of semen poured down his throat. The taste of his sire in his mouth, on his tongue and down his throat made Spike come with a muffled scream, covering the carpet with droplets of pearl-white come.
Regret filled both vampires' faces as Spike released the softened cock with a wet pop.
"What other childish games..." Spike's voice sounded strained and he coughed a few times before continuing. "Do you have in mind, Peaches?" He brought a hand up to massage his sore jaw.
"I could give you a wedgie," retorted Angel, glancing at the ring of teeth marks on his cock.
Spike raised an eyebrow. "Would I have a vibrator in my sexy ass when that happens?"
Brown eyes quickly became dilated. "Batteries. Now."
END
If you hadn't gotten it yet, Angel and Spike were playing "Uncle"