Pairing: Angel/Spike
Spoilers: None
Summary: Scissors beat paper; paper beats rock; rock beats scissors.
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Spike sighed happily as two fingers rubbed over his perineum before they rested against his entrance. The purr within his chest turned into a growl when nothing more happened.
"Hurry up, Peaches," he snarled as he lifted himself up on his elbows to effectively glare at Angel, who was kneeling at the foot of the bed.
"Patience," A gentle suck on one hipbone somewhat mollified Spike's annoyance. "Ever played Rock, Paper, Scissors?" Angel whispered against the alabaster flesh, which turned to a lovely shade of red when he bit down.
"This is relevant how?" The irritation returned.
A frown appeared on Angel's face before it was replaced by determination. Reducing Spike's speech to one syllable words was one of his goals tonight, right after making the blond scream with pleasure.
"It's relevant because we're going to play and if you win, I'll move my arm."
"Bloody...ohhh!" Spike's words trailed off into a moan when the previously motionless fingers began to stretch him open. Falling back against the pillows with a thud, he missed the sight of Angel pouring baby oil over his hand and forearm. However, he did feel the lubrication and shuddered at the delicious slickness. "Sounds good."
"Just to be sure you understand the rules of the game." Angel worked his fingers into the tight ring of muscles and began scissoring them in preparation.
"Scissors..." Shivering from the pleasurable twitching of Spike's inner muscles as they expanded, Angel crawled on the bed so he could rub against the silk sheets. Slowly and carefully, he added a third, fourth and finally the fifth finger without much difficulty when Spike tilted his hips to grant easier access. When his entire hand was enveloped within the snug passage, the brunette brushed the tips of his fingers along the sensitive walls. "...beat paper."
Fascinated by the speed that Spike's cock seemed to swell and lengthen and flush with a delicious shade of red with the stolen blood, Angel leaned in to have a lick...or two and maybe three. With his tongue lapping up the precome dripping from the small slit, the brunette moved his other hand down to grasp his own erection in a firm grip. He stroked himself in time with the drumming of his fingers against Spike's prostate.
Angel hummed happily as he tasted his childe in his mouth, felt the muscles clenching his arm and brushed his thumb over the sensitive head of his cock.
"Got that?" He wiggled his digits and drank in the sight of the blonde's arching back and elevated hips.
"Yeah," the word rushed out of Spike's mouth in a whimper.
"Good. Now, paper beats rock." The extended fingers suddenly curled into a fist and thrust in until the knuckles brushed over Spike's prostate, Angel pulled his arm back slightly to enjoy the whimper before plunging back in.
"God!" The blond dug his fingers into the covers and hoped his desperation rang clear in one word.
At the needy gasp, Angel grinned deviously and waggled his eyebrows in a frightening Spike-like manner.
"And finally, rock..." A flick in his wrist reminded Spike of the fist inside, although that reminder was quite unnecessary, judging from the incessant moans.
"...beats scissors." As the hiss of the last syllable rolled off his tongue, the brunette caught the small gland with the tip of his index and middle fingers and twisted.
Spike screamed and streams of come spattered over Angel's face and along his stomach.
Licking up the semen on Spike's skin, the brunette continued to pump his arm and relished in the spasms in the quivering muscles, all the while keeping the two fingers clutched steadily on the prostate.
Another scream tore out of Spike as Angel latched his lips over the blonde's swelling penis, vampire recovery rate at its best, then caught the blonde's second orgasm on his waiting tongue. Gulping down the come like a virgin's blood, the brunette quickened the pace of his hand on his own cock. Within seconds, another howl of pleasure echoed in the room as Angel climaxed.
"You messed up my plan." Angel grumbled while pulling his arm out from the stretched hole. "I was going to make you play with me."
"Hmm..." Spike eyes drifted closed as he loosened his tight grip on the comforter and reached down to pull Angel up to lie next to him. "Revenge when I wake up." He mumbled sleepily as he burrowed into the older vampire's chest.
"Good to know." Eyeing the batteries and vibrator on the nightstand, Angel grinned and settled in for a nap.
END