Warning: Contains daddy!kink and a references to one of my favorite MadTV characters. No, not Miss Swan.Stewart!
Thanks to daylight shadow for the beta!!
Authors Note: There is an icon that Angela made for me that goes with this fic. If you want to check it out, it is on my LJ at: http://www.livejournal.com/users/strickens_girl/ . While you are there, I wrote a little drabble to go with another icon she made me about two vamps in an elevator. Hee hee!
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As soon as the elevator doors opened, Angel pulled Spike forcefully toward his apartment by the ear. The blonde did his best to stifle his moan and play the role of the fearful childe, but he couldn't hold back a groan that escaped when his sire pushed him through the doorway and commanded him to strip.
"Da?" he asked quietly, looking up at the man through his eyelashes.
"I said strip, boy," Angel growled. "It's time for your punishment."
Spike did his best to hide his enthusiasm and slowly began to remove his clothing. As each piece was removed, he looked over to his sire, his bottom lip pouting temptingly.
Angel groaned inwardly. The boy was so tempting, he just wanted to throw him down on the bed and ravish him. But he was also curious, wondering how long the blonde would let this play out. Spike was never one for punishments. Oh, he liked them just fine, like any good vampire does, he would just never admit it to himself, or his sire.
"Da?" the blonde said quietly, trying to get his sire's attention. Angel was standing in front of the door to the apartment with a far away look in his eyes.
Refocusing his attention on his childe, Angel realized that Spike was now naked and actually waiting for his next instructions. "Bedroom," Angel barked out, his voice heavy with lust as he gazed at his boy's naked form.
Spike quickly made his way into the bedroom and immediately went to crawl onto the large bed. He was stopped by a warning sound behind.
"Ah, ah boy. I didn't tell you to get on the bed, did I?"
"No Da," Spike pouted as he stood, staring at the ground.
"Go to the corner."
"What?" the blonde exclaimed. He couldn't believe it. "You're sending me to stand in the corner like some sort of child?"
"You are a childe," Angel shouted, quickly invading the smaller man's space. "You are my childe and I will punish you as I see fit. Now go stand in the corner and press your nose against the wall and don't move."
Spike lowered his eyes and slowly trudged toward the corner of the room that Angel was pointing at. With one last glance over his shoulder, the blonde pressed himself in the corner with his forehead and nose touching the cool walls.
It was frustrating for the normally hyper vampire to remain still while knowing his daddy was behind, looking at him. He squirmed a little, just to see how closely the other vampire was watching.
"Stop that, Will," Angel chastised. "I said don't move and I meant it."
Spike squirmed as he felt Angel right behind him as he growled out the instructions. He forced down the shivers and did his best to do as he was told. He strained his hearing to try and figure out what his daddy was doing. He could hear Angel roaming around the room, apparently setting things up. The rustling of clothing told him that Angel was undressing and folding his clothes, obviously taking his time. Spike shivered lightly, fighting the urge to turn around and ruin this illusion.
He turned his head around quickly when he heard the soft moan break from his daddy's lips. "Da?" he asked quietly.
"William," Angel growled threateningly. "I said don't move. You need to take your punishment like a good boy for daddy. Now, what does daddy say about boys who don't obey?"
"I don't wanna say."
"What does daddy say?
"I don't wanna say."
"What does daddy say?"
Spike took a huge, annoying breath. "Boys who don't obey, don't get to play."
"That's right," Angel said encouragingly. "Now you have to stand in the corner while daddy plays. No turning around to look or no spankings for you."
Spike moaned. This was worse than he expected.
Straining his hearing, Spike could hear Angel rummaging around in his cabinet, sitting down on the end of the bed before a soft moan broke the silence. Suddenly Spike realized Angel was masturbating.
The sounds of moans and gasps caused the blonde vampire to squirm. He was rock hard and aching for release. He reached over with his hand slowly when he heard the quiet warning.
"If you touch that, little one, I'll strap you up so tight you won't be able to cum for a week."
Spike groaned and dropped his hand back down to his side.
"That's a good boy," Angel praised even as his breathing began to speed up. "Just take you punishment like a good boy."
The younger vampire settled into the corner and listened intently, not wanting to miss anything. He could hear the sound of slick moistened flesh being stroked, small moans that refused to be restrained, and breathy pants as Angel brought himself closer to completion. Spike banged his head softly against the wall in time with the masturbatory strokes.
"Say my name, baby boy," Angel asked, desperate of release. "Say my name."
"Daddy," Spike calling out in a little boy's voice.
"Yes," Angel cried out as he shot his seed over his hand. Eventually, his breathing slowed and stilled. Finally he said, "Turn around, precious, and see what you did to daddy."
Spike slowly turned around and froze at the sight before him. Angel was lying sprawled across the edge of the bed, completely naked. His muscular chest and stomach were covered with his spendings.
"You made daddy all sticky," the dark vampire whispered, pulling Spike out of his musings. "Come and clean me up, baby boy."
Spike immediate pushed away from the wall and fell upon the larger man, licking every drop of cum he could find. Once he was done cleaning Angel, he moved up to kiss the tempting mouth, but was stopped by a hand on his chest.
"Not yet, little one. We haven't finished with your punishment yet."
Spike shivered, but he didn't know if it was from fear or anticipation. He looked at his sire in confusion.
"Hands and knees, baby," Angel instructed. Once the boy was in position, the brunette walked around the bed, admiring the view of his childe's naked form. He reached under the pillow and pulled out the paddle he had placed under there earlier. He tested it by slapping it in his hand before coming around and showing it to the kneeling boy.
Spike eyed the large brown wooden paddle. He was surprised that he had never seen it before.
"You like this one, precious?" Angel asked. "I got this the day you came back to me. I took it from a man who called himself Spanky but refused to spank men. Such a silly man. Boys are so fun to spank. Especially bad little boys."
The blonde moaned in anticipation. He tried not to wiggle his back side in invitation, but failed miserably.
"Such a good little whore," Angel whispered as he walked around to view the pale backside presented to him. "Are you ready for your spanking, baby?"
"Yes Da," Spike said softly. Before he had even finished, Angel brought the paddle swiftly through the air and planted a harsh swat on the round cheek of his childe. Spike let out a yelp of surprise.
Angel chuckled softly at the boy's reaction. "Nice," the dark vampire chuckled. "Spanky knows his stuff. Hang on, baby boy. Here we go."
The blows came swiftly after that. Angel counted off twenty swats before Spike began to sob. Hearing the soft cries, he stopped and asked, "What's the matter, precious? Tell daddy what's the matter."
"I'm sorry, Da," Spike gasped between sobs. "Please."
Angel immediately dropped the paddle and reached over to stroke the reddened flesh softly. His boy was a beautiful shade of red from his pale cheeks down to the middle of his quaking thighs. The coolness of his sire's hands soothed the burning of his tortured skin and helped calm his erratic breathing. The dark vampire leaned down and began to lick and kiss the abused flesh.
"You took your punishment very well, baby," Angel whispered seductively. "Does it feel good to have something cool against your hot skin?"
"Yes Da."
"Your hot ass feels so good against my cool skin. You want more, precious?"
"Yes Da, please," Spike began to beg. "Let me feel you."
Angel smiled as he leaned down to lick the red cheeks, slowly making his way toward the small indent he was longing for. When he reached the tiny pucker, he began circling it with just the tip of his tongue before pushing the hard muscle past the guardian ring.
Spike howled at the feeling of being breeched so intimately and cried, "Fuck me daddy! Please fuck me!"
The dark vampire pulled away and shushed him, running his hands over the abused flesh. "I will, baby. Daddy wants you to be ready. Let me do this for you." Spike nodded and Angel returned to his task. He made sure to wet his boy's aching channel as he stretched it with his questing fingers. He didn't want to hurt the boy, at least not any more than he had already.
Once he was sure Spike was ready, Angel knelt between the boy's spread thighs and placed the head of his aching cock at the prepared hole.
"Ready, baby?" he asked gently.
"Yes!" Spike practically screamed. "Gods yes!"
With that encouragement, Angel thrust forward and sank into his childe's body. Home. It felt like home.
Spike hissed as the cool skin of his sire's legs and stomach made contact with his burning flesh, relieving the some of the ache from his beating. Being stretched and soothed made the blonde vampire sigh with relief.
The older vampire grasped the slim hips tightly and began to piston in and out of the tight channel. He twisted his hips and changed the angle of his thrusts, trying to find his childe's magic spot. When Spike yelped and thrust back against him harshly, Angel knew he had found it. The brunette thrust into his childe, brushing over the spot again and again.
Feeling his orgasm approaching, Angel leaned over and covered his childe's back with his cool body before whispering in his ear, "Come for me, Will. Come for daddy."
Just those words were enough to send the boy crashing into his orgasm. Spike cried out and pushed back, shooting his seed onto the bed below as he felt his sire fill him with his own.
Once both men finished shuddering, they collapsed onto the bed in a heap. Angel manhandled the limp blonde under the sheets and they cuddled close as they drifted off to sleep.
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Several hours later, they were woken up by an insistent pounding on the door. When no one answered, a voice accompanied the knocking.
"Angel? Are you there?" Wesley called. "Angel?"
Spike, still completely naked, jumped up from the bed, stormed over to the door and wrenched it open. He grabbed Wesley by the collar and pulled him into the room before slamming him against the now closed door. "What the fuck do you want, Percy?" the blonde growled in full game face. "You keep spoiling my fun."
Wesley was in shock. He had never had to face down Spike when he was upset, much less naked and he was unsure how to approach the situation. He suddenly saw Angel enter from the bedroom, thankfully wearing a pair of black silk boxers.
"Angel," the Englishman gasped. "Thank the gods. You do remember we have a meeting with the Dorshan delegates in 10 minutes, don't you? I've been calling you for over an hour."
"I turned the phone off," Angel said conversationally. "And no, I didn't forget."
Wesley looked at the still naked, still snarling vampire pinning him to the door. "Would you do something about Spike please?"
"Certainly. Spike, you are not being very considerate of our guest. What does daddy say about treating guests?"
The former watcher was stunned to see the vampire in front of him immediate shrink and hide his face in the Englishman's shirt.
"I don't wanna say," Spike whined.
"Will, what does daddy say?"
"I don't wanna say."
"William! What does daddy say?"
"Good boys always treat guests with the same consideration as we would our daddy."
"That's right," Angel agreed. "You don't seem to be showing Wesley the same consideration you would give me. I think you need to rectify that."
Spike lifted his head from Wesley's chest and looked over his shoulder at his sire. With a huge smirk, he said, "Yes Da."
The former watcher was stunned by the display of the two vampires. He was even more surprised when Spike sank to his knees and began to undo his pants. His eyes snapped up to see a smirking Angel who showed no intention of helping him.
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Twenty five minutes later, a very happy looking Angel walked into the meeting, apologizing profusely for being late. He was trailed by a very quiet, very ruffled looking Wesley who refused to make eye contact with anyone in the meeting.
And upstairs slept a very content blonde vampire who was dreaming of how his daddy could punish him next.
~~The End~~