Rating: NC-17
Pairing: A/S
Warning: This contains m/m slash and daddy!kink. If this offends your sensitive nature, please avert your eyes. Genre: AtS
Disclaimer: All things AtS belong to Joss Whedon (my god), Mutant Enemy, etc. I own nothing, so please don't sue me. I just want to play with the yummy beings that Joss created.
Spoilers: Generic Season 5 of Angel.
Author's note: This is an unbetaed ficlet I wrote as a challenge response for the 69th member of the sickchicks community. I am in the process of writing a sequel called "Punishment".
LJ: http://www.livejournal.com/users/strickens_girl/
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Angel sat perched on the edge of his desk, fingers steepled under his chin as he regarded the blonde in the chair before him. As the brunette studied him, Spike began to shrink into the chair, making himself appear smaller and smaller.
"Spike," Angel finally said softly, staring into the sapphire blue eyes. "Do you know what you did tonight?"
The smaller vampire wracked his brains, trying to determine what he did that would cause his sire to call him in the office like this. He had not disobeyed any direct orders and had made sure that all the pet humans were safe. Shaking his head slowly, he looked up at the towering man and waited.
The dark vampire mask of disdain melted into a gentle smile as he reached over and lightly stoked the sharp cheekbone of his childe. "You were such a good boy tonight, Will," he whispered in a soothing tone. "You did just what I asked and even helped Wesley when he fell."
Crystal blue eyes shot up in surprise.
"Yes, little one," Angel said with a chuckle. "I saw that. You are such a good boy. Good boys get rewards. Would you like your reward, Will?"
Spike refused to blink, afraid that if he took his eyes off Angel for even a minute, he would wake from this dream. He nodded silently and waited for his sire to make a move.
Angel reached out and took the blonde by the hand, pulling him up to lead him to the conference room. Shutting and locking the door behind them, Angel pushed Spike's ever present duster off his shoulders and onto the floor. Quickly, he sank to his knees and began to work at the buttons that were hiding his treasure away.
Once the fly of the too tight jeans was opened, Spike demanding erection poked out almost hitting Angel in the face. "What a good boy you are," he purred, rubbing the blood warmed erection against his cheek. "You're already hard for Daddy, aren't you?"
"Yeah," Spike sighed as he slowly threaded his fingers through Angel's sable locks. "Da?" he asked tentatively.
"Yes little one?"
"Since I was such a good boy tonight, do you think I could have an extra treat?"
Angel smirked as he looked up through his dark eyelashes. "What kind of treat were you wanting, baby boy?"
The blonde lightly stroked Angel's cheek with a single fingertip. Just barely above a whisper, he asked, "Can I have a lolly treat?"
"Very well," the older vampire said with a smile. "You have been a good boy lately. On the table?"
Spike nodded at his sire's suggestion. Angel backed up until the backs of his legs hit the large conference table. Pushing the items on the surface off onto the floor, the dark vampire reached down to unbuckle his belt. The blonde smirked and suggested, "Leave them on?"
Angel chuckled and hopped up onto the table and settled himself on his back. "Come on, baby boy," he said, holding out his hand. "Come and get your treat."
Spike quickly scrambled up onto the table and settled himself into position with his knees on either side of Angel's head and his mouth posed over the darker man's hard cock. "Now, Da?" he asked quietly.
"Yes precious. Fuck Daddy's mouth."
The blonde moaned as he sank his hardness deep inside the wet, warmth beneath him and wrapped his lips around the tasty treat waiting for him. The taste of his sire exploded across his tongue and Spike began to suck in earnest. He trailed his tongue up and down the hard length as he purred deep in his throat. He felt the man below him swallow around his aching erection and began to snap his hips, forcing himself even deeper into the other man's mouth.
Angel could tell his boy was getting close. The blonde was moaning constantly and his thrusts were losing their rhythm. He reached his hands up to stroke the round globes above him, prepared to give his boy the signal that it was ok for him to cum when a knock was heard at the door.
"Angel, are you in there?" the former watcher called through the locked conference room doors.
Spike mumbled around the hardness in his mouth.
"I'm sorry, what was that?" Wesley called out.
"I said, fuck off Percy!" Spike yelled after he pulled off his sire's hard cock.
Angel smacked Spike harshly on the ass before yelling, "I'm fine, Wesley. What ever it is, I'm sure it will wait until the morning."
After a few moments pause, the Englishman replied, "Very well. Tomorrow then."
"Finally," Spike sighed before returning to his task. Both men quickly returned to the precipice they had been on earlier. The blonde purred deeper in his throat and tried to let his sire know that he was ready.
Angel reached up and stroked the firm cheeks again and squeezed them roughly. Once he was sure his boy was ready, he pulled the slim hips down until the crisp curls were brushing his lust swollen lips. He swallowed deeply and quickly breeched the boy's tender hole with his index finger, signaling the blonde that he had permission to cum.
Feeling his sire's cue, Spike pulled up so that his lips were firmly clamped around the meaty head of his sire's cock. He let his game face come to the fore and he swiftly pierced the tip of the head with a single fang. Sucking hard, he forcefully pulled his sire's cum and blood deep within himself.
Once the waves of ecstasy died down and both men were able to speak, Spike chuckled and said, "Christ, luv. I need to save the watcher's ass more often."
Angel laughed at his boy's lighthearted comment. He moved the blonde off his body and quickly tucked himself back in his pants and rearranged Spike so that he was presentable. As he saw the satisfied look on his childe's face he realized what a good idea this was. If he had known that just a little bit of sex would make Spike so easy to deal with, he would have played daddy years ago.
The dark vampire made his way over to the door and unlocked it before leading the smaller man back into his office. Just as Spike was about to leave, Angel cleared his throat.
"I think you're forgetting something, little one."
The blonde turned around quickly, surprised by his sire's statement. "Thank you, Da," he whispered.
"Not going to cut it, boy," Angel practically growled as he stalked over to the now cowering blonde. "You broke one of the rules."
Spike began to wrack his brain, trying to figure out what he did wrong. He came up blank. He turned questioning eyes to the taller man and waited.
Angel finally walked over and, looming over his boy, whispered, "You know better than to talk with your mouth full."
Spike did his best to hold in his snicker. He cast his eyes down to the carpet and said, "Sorry, Da."
"Not going to cut it," Angel said as he reached over and roughly grabbed Spike by the ear. He began to drag him toward the elevator as he whispered, "I think daddy needs to punish his bad baby boy, don't you?"
Spike did his best to hold in his moan. Yes, the baby boy did need to be punished. And if he was lucky, he would be punished all night long.
~~The End~~