Rating: NC-17
Warning: This contains m/m slash. If this offends your sensitive nature, please avert your eyes.
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
Distribution: Shara Nesu's Place, Red's Soulmates and list archives. Everyone else, just ask. I'm generous.
Website: http://www.geocities.com/stricken_girl/FortheFaithfulEntrance.htm
Author's Notes: This is for everyone who is without a significant sweetie this Valentine's Day.
AN2: This is set in the future. Don't really know when. It could be five weeks or five years. Spike and Angel have been together for a while. Angel is still working hard and ignoring a certain blonde vampire.
Summery: Spike has special plans for the holiday, but someone insists on working late.
A huge thanks to my sis Stephanie who is betaing for me. You rock babe!
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~Part: 1~
Angel finished signing the last of the contracts and pushed the stack of files away from him. He tiredly rubbed his eyes and sighed heavily as he slumped in the large leather chair. It had been a long day and the vampire just wanted to go upstairs and snuggle up to his blonde lover.
He sat up quickly as he realized what time it was. Spike had come down hours ago and asked Angel what time he would be done and the dark vampire had assured his lover that he wouldn't be late tonight. For some reason, the blonde seemed intent on making sure that Angel was home on time.
Angel rested his head in his hands, bracing his elbows on the desk. Spike was going to be pissed. He had been late every night for the last week and a half and the blonde continued to harp on about it. Angel couldn't help it that he was a busy man. Working as the CEO of Wolfram and Hart was a difficult job and it took a lot of his time. It wasn't his fault that he had to pull some long hours to fight the good fight.
As he pushed the chair back to head upstairs, he caught sight of the calendar on his desk. <Oh shit!> he thought. February 13. The day before Valentine's Day. Spike had demanded that Angel come upstairs on time. Knowing the blonde vampire the way he did, he was sure that Spike had something special planned. As much as he tried to be the Big Bad to the world, Angel knew that his blue eyed boy was a hopeless romantic and this holiday was one of his favorites.
And Angel had blown it. Big time.
He quickly made his way to the elevator and almost cried when the door slowly slid open. On the far wall, too obviously placed to miss, was a picture of Spike dressed in his typical garb; black jeans, black T-shirt, Doc Martins, and leather duster. His thumbs were hooked in his waistband and the smirk that graced his face made Angel's inside quiver.
The dark vampire paused for a moment. He was still amazed that a vampire's image could be captured by a digital camera. After centuries of not being able to see their own reflections, Angel and Spike delighted in the fact that they could see themselves as they really were.
The only question was who took the picture? That thought bothered Angel for a few moments until the doors of the elevator opened and he saw another picture taped to his front door.
This one had Spike in the same position, only this time he was missing the duster. He smiled as he took the picture off the door and slowly let himself inside. Once he closed the door, he saw the picture taped to the other side. This one had the blonde minus the shirt.
He walked into the living room and smiled as he spotted a trail of red rose petals leading from the door to the couch. On the couch was another picture. In this one, his boots were missing. Angel felt a tingle of anticipation deep in his belly. It quickly traveled to his groin as he spotted another trail of rose petals. This time, they were leading toward the bedroom.
As Angel approached the room he happily shared with his lover, he heard the familiar strains of his favorite music. As the beautiful Vivaldi poured over him he sighed knowing that Spike must really love him to put that CD in without being bribed with something naughty. Of course, maybe he was.
Standing in the doorway to the bedroom, Angel stopped in awe. The scene before him was ripe for seduction. There were candles on almost every flat surface of the large room. They cast a warm glow that reminded the dark vampire of a time when electric light was but a dream and candles were a necessity.
Rose petals were scattered across the floor, creating the sense of a soft seductive carpet, silky and sweet smelling under the vampire's feet.
Next to the bed, Angel could see an ice bucket with a bottle of champagne chilling and a small ice chest next to the bed. He could only assume it contained blood for them to enjoy.
The bed was stripped bare except for the blood red silk sheets that practically glowed in soft candle light. The dark hue contrasted perfectly with the pale skin that lay upon it. As Angel expected, the blonde had lost the pants he had been wearing in the last picture. He was surprised, however, that his lover wasn't naked. Spike was wearing a lovely pair of black silk boxers that Angel longed to touch.
Angel's gaze hungrily soaked in the image before. His childe was laid out before him like a sumptuous banquet. All pale skin, hard muscles, tempting lips.open and drooling as the blonde snored loudly.
The dark vampire thought he could actually feel his heart breaking. Spike had gone through all the trouble to seduce him and Angel had practically ignored his attempt because he was too busy with work. Well, that was going to stop, starting right now.
Angel quickly turned from the room to go and set his own scene. If there was one thing he learned from Angelus, it was the art of seduction. Spike wouldn't know what hit him.
~Part: 2~
Spike's eyes flew open at the sound of an annoying, insistent noise. He turned his head toward the offending sound and noticed that it was Angel's cell phone. With that realization came the knowledge that Spike's plan of seducing his sire had failed.again.
The brood master had one again foiled the blonde's brilliant plans. Spike had become jealous of the amount of time the dark vampire was spending in the office and ignoring his needy, horny childe.
As the ringing continued and Spike became more fully awake, he noticed that Angel must have come upstairs and discovered the preparations the he had painstakingly made. The Vivaldi was turned off <thank the heavens> and all the candles, save one, had been blown out.
The ringing continued despite Spike's further dismissal of it and he knew that Angel would not give up until he got his way. <Bloody git.>
Spike snatched up the phone, flipped it open and practically growled into the small receiver, "What?"
"My office. Now" came the short, quiet response before the line was disconnected.
Spike was so angry he considered hurling the phone across the room, but he remembered how mad the poof got the last time Spike broke his cell phone. As he replaced it on the night stand, he noticed the folded piece of parchment propped against the lone remaining candle.
He read the script scrawled on the front:
Flammable creatures would do well not to fall asleep surrounded by candles, childe.
Spike snorted at the thinly veiled insult before opening the piece of paper and smiled at the image he found there. It was a picture of him asleep on that very bed, drawn in painstaking detail by his sire. It made Spike feel somewhat better knowing that it had taken some time for Angel to draw such a detailed picture of him. He laid the paper on the bed and quickly pulled on his discarded jeans.
Following the trail of rose petals he had left earlier out of the bedroom and toward the front door, Spike noticed another folded piece of paper. Opening it, he was surprised to see a picture of himself with his eyes open and his most seductive smirk in place. Laying the paper back down on the couch, he walked toward the door.
Taped there was another picture, this one with his eyes half lidded and mouth slightly agape, panting with need. He felt himself harden as he realized that was how Angel saw him when they were making love.
<Making love? Shagging each other senseless.> he thought as he dropped the paper and quickly made his way to the elevator.
Once the door opened, Spike gasped at the picture hanging on the back wall of the elevator. This picture was of him screaming out in ecstasy. His eyes were closed and mouth open so wide every tooth was visible. He was actually impressed that Angel was coherent enough during their couplings to notice something like that.
The blonde froze as the doors to the elevator slid open and the picture floated, unnoticed, from the vampire's fingers as he saw the sight that awaited him in his lover's office.
Angel's desk was stripped bare of the normal articles that covered it. No stacks of files and contracts littering the surface. No telephone and computer. In their place was Angel, stretched out in all his naked glory. He was spread out, arms shackled to the large mahogany legs of the desk by heavy chains that were so tight, the brunette's arms were shaking from the strain.
Spike quickly stepped out of the lift as the doors quickly began to close and stood in awe at his sire. After several moments of tense silence, Angel asked, "Aren't you going to say anything?"
Spike simply nodded and walked forward until he was standing where Angel's chair would normally be. He licked his lips before he asked in his husky baritone, "What's all this about, luv?"
Angel thought he almost blushed under the lustful gaze. He cleared his throat before answering. "Well, I've been a bad sire and lover lately. You went through all that trouble tonight and I couldn't even put my work aside long enough to join you for this damn holiday. So, I think I need to be punished."
Spike practically shuddered at the thought of this beautiful man, laid out before him, practically begging for punishment. He grew impossibly harder and moaned at the constriction of his dick in the too tight jeans. Finally, he growled low in his throat before slowly backing away from the desk. "Do you think you really deserve it, luv?" he asked, carefully watching Angel's face.
This was certainly not the reaction he expected from the blonde. Laughter maybe and most likely some cursing, but such harsh rejection shocked the dark vampire. Fear shot through him at the thought that he had finally pushed his boy too far.
"Please Will" Angel begged, straining to raise his head that had been hanging over the end of the desk. He pulled at the restraints and arched as far as he could to try and touch his childe. "I know I fucked up but."
"Shut up" Spike said harshly, barely about a whisper. "I don't think I gave you permission to speak, did I?"
Angel felt the shiver of fear turn into desire at the blonde's tone. He lowered his head back down off the edge of the desk and waited to see what the blonde would do next. Angel strained his senses to figure out what Spike was doing. He couldn't see or hear the blonde and that was driving him crazy.
Suddenly he sensed his childe next to his head. He turned quickly and gasped when he saw his boy was naked.
Spike smiled when he saw the look of pure desire flow across his sire's face. Angel wanted to be punished and Spike was ready to give it to him. He tapped on the brunette's forehead and said, "Open up, pet. Want you to suck me. Better make it good."
Angel practically groaned at the command. He immediately complied and found his mouth full of Spike's hardness. The angle was difficult and as the blonde stood over the prone form to gain a better position for the activity, the brunette strained to take the entire length in. Angel wasn't nearly as good at this as Spike was, but he hadn't had nearly as much practice as the blonde and this odd position was making matters worse.
Spike moaned as Angel quickly took his punishment to task and began to lick and swallow the hard cock that was pushing at his throat. He used every trick he knew to give his childe all the pleasure he could.
The blonde slowly started a rhythm withdrawing and thrusting into the moist haven. As he felt the larger vampire moan under him, his thrusting became more powerful and insistent. He reached over the prone form and roughly began scratching at the peaked nipples, his treatment so harsh it was almost unbearably painful.
"You've been a very bad man" Spike whispered as he felt himself reaching his completion. "You've denied me and left me wanting. I don't like that. It won't happen again, will it?"
Unable to answer with the obstruction in his mouth, Angel could only shake his head in answer. He wanted Spike to believe him so he swallowed harder around the hardness, taking it all the way into his throat.
Feeling himself sink farther into the dark vampire, Spike lost all control and bucked wildly into the other man's mouth. Finally, he felt the familiar tightening in his belly and threw his head back as he cried out his climax.
Angel swallowed down all the creamy seed as it hit the back of his throat and purred at the sinful taste. He couldn't believe he had denied himself this for so long.
Spike slowly pulled out and stepped back to look down at the exhausted face. He smiled when Angel finally opened his eyes to stare into the blue eyes smirking at him. Spike leaned over and kissed the lust swollen lips. He reached over with strong fingers and massaged the sore jaw muscles for a few moments before leaning over to release his sire from his chains.
"No" Angel said quickly when he realized what Spike was planning on doing. Spike looked at the dark vampire in surprise. "Please Spike" he begged, even though he was not entirely sure what he was asking.
The blonde stepped back around the desk without releasing the manacles capturing the larger man. He ran his hands over the creamy, cool flesh exposed to him, alternating between caresses and scratches. His sire wanted to be punished and the childe was more than willing to give it to him.
Standing between the parted thighs, Spike smiled down at his lover. Angel had never looked better. He stepped up so he was cradled in the safe haven of his lover's thighs.
He began to lightly trail his fingertips over the soft flesh parted before him, tickling the delicate inner thighs, slowly marking a path up to Angel's achingly hard cock.
Spike smiled as he brought up a single finger to circle the purpling head and collected the clear drops oozing from the tip. Locking eyes with the prone man, Spike brought the finger to his mouth and sucked seductively at the tasty treat.
Angel moaned at the lustful look on his childe's face. "Spike" he whispered. He was so desperate to cum; he arched up as the finger returned to collect more of the sticky fluid.
Spike smiled down at the now panting man and said softly, "Don't want to punish you, luv. But I do want to make you scream."
Angel smiled at the thought. "Top drawer" he whispered.
Spike reached down and opened the drawer to his right. He smirked when he saw the tube of cherry flavored lube. He simply raised a single eyebrow in question. Angel smiled and said, "I didn't completely forget the holiday."
The blonde quickly popped the top of the tube and breathed in heavily, enjoying the fruity scent. "You are such a poof" he said chuckling as he slicked up his fingers before putting the tube aside.
"That's why you love me" the response came quietly.
"Yeah" Spike said as reached forward with his gel coated fingers and began to lightly circle the delicate pucker. Once he was sure that his sire was relaxed, he pushed forward and breached the tender hole.
Angel gasped at the intrusion, but pushed back to encourage the blonde to continue. He loved the freedom to express himself with his childe this way. They were free to love each other without the pretense of traditional roles of sire and childe. "Please Spike" he pleaded.
"What do you want, pet?" the blonde asked, leaning over the prone form, rubbing himself on the strained flesh.
"You" Angel gasped as his erection was trapped between their tight stomachs. He moaned when the blonde pulled away to finish preparing him.
"A little demanding there, aren't you luv?" Spike laughed as he stood and slicked his arching cock. He stepped forward, nudging the loosened hole with the head. Pushing forward, he breeched the tight ring of muscle as Angel moaned wantonly. "Like that, do you Sire? Just a little slut for me, right baby?"
"Yes Will" Angel gasped, needing more. "I need more. Need you."
Spike groaned at the desire in his love's voice. He had wanted to make this last but the sight of the man stretched out in front of him and pleading so beautifully was his undoing. He grasped the strong hips in a bruising grip and pushed forward harshly, entering himself to the hilt. Both men groaned at the feeling of completion and fullness. Spike wanted to hang on to some semblance of control but the small whimpering coming from the man beneath him was too much. He began to piston in and out of the tight channel, growling and moaning animalistically.
Angel pulled and strained against the manacles holding him hostage. They had seemed like such a good idea at the time, but now his only desire was to grab his childe and force his to take him harder and deeper. Not touching the blonde was going to drive him crazy. He heard himself moaning and mumbling incoherent phrases, but he didn't care. His entire world was narrowed down to the cock inside him and the azure blue eye piercing his soul.
Spike continued to thrust into Angel as the larger man brought his legs around to wrap around the slim waist in an attempt to pull him in closer. Feeling his sensitive cockhead brush over the sensitive bundle of nerves deep inside his sire, Spike groaned and pushed deeper hitting the nub with every stroke.
Never breaking the soul connecting eye contact, Angel whispered, "I love you, Will."
That broke all of the blonde's control and Spike thrust deeply one last time before he erupted inside the clenching channel.
Angel cried out as the hardness inside him pulsed and shot stream after stream of cool semen across the oversensitive bundle of nerves. The sensation threw him over the edge and he came screaming his childe's name.
Slowly, they came down from their ecstasy and Spike propped himself up on his elbows to look down into the brunette's face.
Angel smiled up at the blonde and asked, "So how long did you take to set all that up?"
Spike smirked. "Around two hours." He turned and saw the previously discarded picture on the floor and asked, "How long did it take you to do all those pictures? I know how much of a control freak you are about your art."
"Not sure" Angel replied, shrugging as much as possible with his arms still stretched impossibly tight. "It took a while though."
Spike turned to look out the window and saw the non-lethal sunlight streaming in. "What time is it?"
"I have no idea, but maybe we should." he started to say before the door to the office suddenly flew open and the rest of Angel's crew came rushing through the door loaded down with presents, flowers, balloons and cupcakes.
"Happy Valentine's Day!" Fred shouted before she ran into the back of the men frozen in front of her. "Hey!" she shouted before she stepped out from behind the three men blocking her view.
Angel groaned and hung his head down again, staring at his crew upside down.
Spike smiled and propped his chin on his hands with his elbows on the hard chest below him. "Happy Valentine's Day to you too" he said cheerfully.
The three humans were frozen, staring at the erotic tableau before them while the green demon searched frantically for his camera.
"Um, do you guys mind." Angel said, motioning with his bound hands for the intruders to leave his office.
"Yeah" Spike drawled, smirk firmly in place. "But Fred?"
"Yeah?" the young Texan asked as she turned back around trying to avert her eyes.
"Leave us a couple of them cupcakes with the sprinkles, yeah?"
Fred shuffled over to the two vampires and sat down a couple pick frosted cupcakes with red and white heart shaped sprinkles on top. She was blushing an almost matching shade.
"Ta, luv" Spike called out as the crew left, dragging a protesting Lorne with them who was begging for just one picture.
Spike reached out and picked up one of the sweet treats. "Happy Valentine's Day, luv" the blonde said as he dipped his finger into the frosting before smearing it across the hard chest beneath him.
Angel groaned as the pink tongue snuck out to lick at his sugar covered chest. "Happy Valentine's Day, Will."
~~The End~~