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Ronin: Within You Part 1b
In moments, William had Angel pinned to the back wall of the lift, and
was
simultaneously kissing him with a fierce urgency while pulling his
shirtails
up and out of his pants. Angel grinned against those cold lips, and
returned
the kiss with a lazy indulgance. The desired effect was immediately
acheived.
Angel felt the low growl rumble against his chest, just before the
fair
headed man pulled away and punched the **stop** button on the elevator.
Angel raised an eyebrow, and half his upper lip curled with it. Then
Spike
was crushed against him again, and they were sliding down the wall
together,
landing in a jumble of arms and teeth upon the hard wooden floor. Angel
lifted his head from the floor to keep his mouth attached to that of
his
lover's, and Spike cradled the back of his neck in a strong grip. Then
Angel's
shirt was in shreds around him, and William's mouth was licking a moist,
chilly trail down the middle of his chest. The path of light brown
hair he
had been following was rudely interrupted by black denim and a metal
fly.
With a snarl, they too were gone, the tattered remnants of his jeans
around
Angel's ankles like so many ribbons.
"Mmm...much better, Peaches," Spike sighed, leaning forward to capture
Angels swollen cock in his talented, hungry mouth. Angel grunted, and
arched
up off the floor of the elevator, pushing his thick shaft deeper into
the
throat which opened eagerly to receive him. Angels hips were moving
of their
own volition, as Spike's hands gripped either side of his waist in
an attempt
to keep them still.
The smaller vampire laughed a bit, taunting Angel's frantic need. "Just
once...give it up to me, pet." he murmured against the silken, cool
skin.
The steel sheathed in velvety softness.
"Dont move," he admonished with a grin, before burying Angel's raging
cock in his mouth to the hilt.
Angel grunted once more, struggling to comply with the fervent request,
to
abandon all control to his Childe, and simply luxuriate in the sensation.
He
knew though, that once his demon was fully aroused, it would no longer
be
possible to do so. He fought to maintain human face, but the tongue
rapidly
swirling around the purple head of his cock was assuring Angelus presence
would be swift in approaching. It didn't take much with Will.
Angel only had to close his eyes and picture his Childe beneath him,
writhing
in pleasure, and groaning his name, and he was instantly suffused with
a
warmth he would have sworn was usually denied to demons of his ilk.
And that
pleasure was only intensified by the blood bonde they shared. There
was no
basis for comparison between human sexual contact and the level of
intimacy
he experienced with Will. Their senses heightened by the demons they
hosted,
their physical deaths assuring no permanent harm could come to their
bodies,
the sex between them was more a Bacchanal orgy than lovemaking. The
most
subtle touch or faintest sound could created a feast of sensation.
It made
their joinings an intoxicating brew of violence and tenderness, of
blood and
cum. Somehow, in spite of the devestating loss of Buffy, William had
been
able to give Angel the most amazing of gifts. Precious, scattered moments
when Angel actually felt ..good, loved....alive.
They had slid back into the old roles effortlessly. Sarcastic banter,
merciless teasing. Verbal sparring which more often than not led to
physical
brawls. This was demon foreplay. A sort of speak-easy for the most
violent
parts of their truest selves. The beast could be provoked by the most
irrelevant word or gesture, and would not be stilled until it had consumed
everything in its path. Torn flesh, broken bones, streams of crimson
blood,
all sacrificed on the altar of desire. And afterward, stumbling into
the
shower, letting the steam cleanse their pores, they would stand, dazed.
The
stupor would last for hours, while the monster slept, and their bodies
purred. Waiting in awe for the next unpredictable Awakening.
Now, Angel lay sprawled on the floor, beneath the other vampires plundering
mouth, struggling to be still, acquiescent. Fighting his own dominant
nature. He was
all too aware of what he treasured most about the union between William
and
himself. The pain. It was... delicious. It was home and hearth, the
warmth of
the sun he had been denied for two hundered years. Angel's soul was
irrelevent
in those flickering moments. The only difference between Angel and
Angelus
when he was screwing Spike, was that Spike would heal up over night
when
Angel was done with him. With Angelus it had usually taken days.
Sometimes, that differentiation just wasn't large enough for the dark
haired
vampires comfort.
The tip of a cold tongue lapping at the first drops of glistening pre-cum
conjured the change this time. Spike felt his Sire's muscles tense
underneath
him, but was not swift enough to back away before Angel sprang like
a cat,
and tossed him backward onto the elevator floor. When the last furious
snarl filled the
small space, the blond vampires clothes had been shredded as well,
and he lay
naked beneath his Makers heated, golden gaze. The sight of Angel's
luminous
white fangs was enough to bring the ridges out on Williams brow as
well.
**Fuck, the bastard looks good when he's hungry**. Now the embrace
was brutal,
crushing. Cannabalistic kisses, numerous tears of flesh, deep draughts
of the
sweet, whispering blood. Echoes of thoughts danced around them as ghosts
in
the tiny cage. Wisps of gold and blue wrapped around their nude forms,
bound
them together.
<<Teach you to tease me, little one>>.. Angel was saying....thought
he said
it...Spike on his hands and knees...his Sire leaving a fresh trail
of crimson
down his spine with angry bites...Faintest tease of a tongue...then
two
fingers...three...now four...opening him, tormenting him..tearing him...using
Spikes own blood to lubricate his tight passage.
Angel gripped the blonds forehead in his palm, lifted his head and bent
it
back. The awkward position forced Spike to struggle in order to stay
up
on his knees. Then his Sires mouth was against his jugular, and Spike
reached
back, to clutch Angel to him, tighter, closer...more...<<dont
stop now,
Master....please, dont stop now...>> A grin. <<Love the begging,
little one>>
Fangs invading flesh, tearing open the precious vein, Spikes thoughts...incoherent
now... <<Laughter>> Moaning, panting to fill dead lungs with
uneeded air.
Fingers digging into the back of Angels neck...some vague attempt at
communicating the need...<<did you say something, Spike?>> Grinning
against the fount.
Torture... Pulling away...**nooooooooo** <<Hmm..? I didnt quite
hear
you....>> The blood from the corner of Angel's mouth dripping back
from
where it came, from the gaping wound on Spike's alabaster skin...
<<did you want something, my boy?>>
Real words this time. Actual speech. The voice like sandpaper ..or was
it
silk....damned similar... "You know you need only to ask, my love.".
... The
presumptuous tone that made Spike want to kill....and die... "But you
**do**
have to ask first." Angels cock was pressed against the small of his
back,
but any attempts to make closer contact were thwarted by a tightening
of
those arms around him, and a small laugh. Still trapped in that powerful
embrace, his blond head resting against Angel's motionless chest, Spike
managed something akin to a whimper. Angel held his Childe's chin cupped
in
one strong hand, with the other he traced a line over the ridges of
his
flaxen brow. <<No...no, that wont do.. >>
A deep shuddering breath..."Please, fuck me. I want you to fuck me...Sire,
please."... The last plea wasn't yet from his lips before he was again
bent
over on all fours. He heard his earlier words repeated. "Now **that's**
much
better."...
Then Angel took him. With the first swift stroke he filled him completely.
The animal howls of pleasure mingled, carried through the chain door
and into the
apartment below.
Angel grasped one of Spikes wrists, twisted, pulled his arm behind his
back.
He used the leverage gained to build momentum with his savage thrusts,
until
he was able to meet the backs of Spikes thighs with the front of his
own
easily each time. <<Aww.... so quiet now, lover...no more teasing
your
Master? What's wrong?>> A grunt of pain..pleasure..**fuck you,
Angelus**...That laughter...in the mind it rang so clear...pure like
church
bells...<<thought that's what I was doing, little one..or is
it just not hard
enough for you to take notice...?>>
Impossibly, harder...That cock ramming into him, splitting him in two,
breaking him open while he struggled to keep his head form hitting
the hard
floor with each blow. Incredibly, his body responding, arching to meet
every
single thrust with an urgency that astounded them both.
Angel reached underneath him, and lightly stroked the tip of Spikes
cock. He
jumped and quivered immediately in response, his long ignored member
aching
for its own release. <<need something else, lover?>> **shit,
he's going to
make me ask for that too**... Harsh, stinging slap to his inner thigh.
Real
words again, by his ear this time, "Noooo...": a long, drawn out
whisper..":I'm not going to make you ask...I'm going to make you beg,
Spike"....
Fingertips only, caressing the shaft with a gentle touch, in sharp contrast
to the beastial fucking.... Spike bucked against those fingers, but
they
eluded him, and the small sounds of his Sire's displeasure danced in
his ear.
One hand cupping his balls, testing their weight, rubbing a hard thumb
down
their center.... Finding the base of his cock, pressing there... Spike
groaned loudly, and ground his hips harder against his Sire's cock,
still
buried deep in his ass.
His voice was raspy and thick, "Ok....Ok...Im begging...Im begging you,
Sire...let me cum..please...make me cum".... A sharp growl was torn
from his
throat as those magik hands at last complied with his desires. A powerful
fist slid up and down his length in rythym to their merciless coupling.
The pool of blood gathered beneath them was slowly expanding. The edges
of
the puddle made a steady dripping sound as they slipped down the shaft
of the
elevator. Spikes hand slid in the sticky substance. He left a single,
crimson
palm print on the wall as Angel grabbed him and slammed them both against
it,
his merciless thrusts increasing in speed and intensity until the world
around them went black and blue and red....<<My name....say my
name...scream
my name...>> was the last sensible thing Spike heard. Before he did
as he
was bidden, he reached back again, and grabbed Angel's head in his
own strong
embrace.
As he came, he called out his Sire's name inches away from the lips
still
covered in his own blood. Hearing his Childe's cry sent Angel over
the edge as
well. Spike's back was covered in the thick mixture of vampire blood
and cum
when they collapsed once more into a sated heap on the elevator floor.
It was several long moments later before Angel was able to stand, and
pull
open the heavy metal door. He helped the more injured vampire to his
feet,
and together they made their way to Angel's bedroom, leaving a trail
of
bloodied footprints in their wake.
End part 1b