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Disclaimer: Not mine.
Rating: NC17
Content: male/male sex acts, language
Summary: Set some time mid season five of AtS, Spike has to travel back in time to meet Liam to perform a ritual to stop the impending apocalypse. He does a bit more than that because he's horny.
A/N: For Kate for the Loving Angel Valentine Day Ficathon (and yes I know this is way, way tardy; I suck muchly) who wanted Spike and Angel but one of them human and one a vampire with a soul, at least one sex scene, non-vampire is drawn to the other for the wrong reasons (er, kind of didn't fit this one in except that Liam does protest the whole man/man thing), and some outside conflict (well, there's an impending apocalypse, but really Spike just wants to bugger Liam); no daddy!kink or mpreg, no real comedy though light moments are okay (hope the comedy isn't too comedic; I couldn't help myself), and NC17.
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Spike stared at Angel silently praying the broody one would suddenly yell 'joke'.
Or burst into flames. Really, either one would work for him.
But Angel just stared back, arms crossed over his chest, frown on his face, surrounded by several stacks of musty books and scrolls, half of which had rolled off the desk he was leaning against. "It's what the prophecy says, Spike."
"Oh yeah, and we believe in prophecies now because...?"
"Six independent sources all say the same thing. There's no getting out of it."
"Time travel is impossible," Spike snapped back, grasping at straws.
Angel arched one eyebrow. "Nothing's impossible, you should know that by now."
"You do it, then."
The chocolate brown eyes rolled. "I can't go back and meet myself, Spike, that would cause some horrendous catastrophe in the time line."
"Well, if it happened in the past, then it's already happened, and you should remember meeting me, right?"
The frown deepened.
"How many bleached blond vampires did you meet back in your bog trotting days?"
"I don't remember you, but that doesn't mean that it won't, didn't happen. Time travel is screwy."
"And dangerous, let's not forget dangerous. What if I can't make it back?"
"That would be a pity," Angel replied dryly.
"Fuck you."
Angel snorted and tossed Spike the talisman. As soon as the blond caught it, a portal opened around him and he disappeared.
"Yeah, that would really be a pity," Angel snickered, wiping his hands of his annoying childe.
******
"Fuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk," Spike wailed as his stomach turned inside out and his body whirled and tumbled through murky purple and black fog. It seemed to go on forever, but finally the fog faded and his feet made connection with solid ground. He promptly collapsed and retched all over the damp grass, then rolled onto his back and stared blankly up into the clear night sky. Slowly the scents of green growing things, burning peat, wet sheep came to him, and he groaned.
"Fucking ponce and his fucking poncey prophecies," he muttered as she forced himself to his feet. According to the prophecy-- which he didn't believe in even though the talisman had worked, or at least he assumed he was back in the mid-eighteenth century--he had forty eight hours to make contact and perform the ritual, before he was whisked back to the future.
If he did everything right, then the world would not end on May 19, 2004.
Not that he believed any of it.
Looking around at the field in which he was standing, Spike saw some smoke in the distance and started towards it. Hopefully the talisman had put him down near to wherever he would find the Angel of this time.
If not, how hard could it be to find an oversexed, overly tall human male with a pronounced forehead?
*****
Not hard at all. The first tavern he'd come across in the small village on what he assumed was Galway Bay had housed the black sheep of the Ferguson family--Liam, twenty two years old, dissolute and drunk. Within ten minutes Spike was buying him drinks. Within twenty, they were fast friends, and singing an old pub song about loose kneed and lipped whores, much to the disgust of the whores that worked the tavern.
"So, let me see if I have this straight. I need to recite these words and kiss this talisman and then I'll win a prize."
Spike grinned and nodded before beckoning for another round of ale.
"Why me?" Those chocolate brown eyes grew slightly suspicious.
"The fairies picked you out personally."
Liam snorted and slammed back another pint of ale. "Was probably Rory and Padraig O'Toole trying to put one over on us both, the tricksters." He shrugged and reached for the piece of paper on which the Angel of the 21st century had written the ritual. "Sounds like devil worship."
"Nah. See, there's the word 'god' there."
"Says 'gods'."
"God, gods, whichever. You don't believe in the big guy anyway, right?"
Liam pounded his fist drunkenly on the table. "Right. My da is a god-fearing man, so I'm not."
"So, let's go find a bit of privacy upstairs and do this."
As Liam dragged himself to his feet and swayed drunkenly, Spike tossed the bartender some coins for a room and then pushed and pulled the human up the stairs.
The room was furnished with a bed with musty smelling coverings, one hard backed chair, and a table. Spike lit a few candles, then shrugged out of his duster and guided Liam over to the bed. "Sit there while I prepare a few things." Pulling the talisman from his jeans' pocket, he consecrated it with his own spit and a bit of blood, then murmured the words Angel had made him memorize, before turning and handing it to the human, who gazed at it blearily.
"What's this then?"
"Dunno. Something called Illyria."
"Looks like a squid. I pulled one of those out the bay last year. Nasty tasting thing."
"Yeah, whatever, you ready?" At Liam's nod, Spike encouraged him to read the words of the ritual and then watched the young man slobber across the copper talisman. It glowed red for a moment, and that was it.
"Soddening wimp of a ritual," Spike muttered as he took back the talisman and piece of paper, tucking them both in his duster.
Liam reached for the jug of ale he'd brought with him and drank heartily. "So, what happens now? And where's my prize?" He smiled blearily up at the pale Englishman.
A slow smile crossed Spike's face as he took in the debauched beauty that was a human Angel, and felt his cock twitch. "Oh, I can think of a few things to give you." Crossing the floor, he leaned down and kissed him, his fingers gliding through long, soft hair, his mouth hungry and knowledgeable.
Liam sputtered for a moment, then closed his eyes and began to return the kiss. Spike pushed Liam backwards, coming down over him, rubbing their bodies together, until the human male broke the kiss with a harsh pant for air. "What...?"
"Just go with it," Spike crooned and bit his ear lobe, making him moan loudly.
"'Tis a sin," the drunk human mumbled as Spike rolled his limp body out of his clothing, his hands moving at a fevered pace to bare that warm, hard skin, familiar yet oh so unfamiliar.
"You love to sin," he replied, fingers prying open the buttons of the heavy wool breeches. "It'll be fun. You'll like it."
Not that Spike really cared, because he knew HE would like it enough for both of them. For the first time ever he was going to get to bugger Angelus. The thought was enough to make him giddy.
Straddling Liam's hips, Spike tugged down the breeches, hissing slightly as the human's cock slipped free. It lay limp and heavy between two muscular thighs, and Spike's mouth went dry at the sight. The sudden urge to duck his head and lap it into hardness made him shake himself and finish undressing his companion. No subbing, not tonight. Tonight, he was in charge. Liam could lick his cock.
In fact, that sounded like a very good idea as his cock was aching painfully behind the zipper of his too tight jeans.
Shrugging out of his t-shirt, Spike quickly undid his jeans and jerked them down to his knees, and, after kicking off his boots, over his feet. He saw Liam's eyes widen in both surprise and desire, and smirked down at the young man.
"I'm not so sure..."
Spike shut him up with a hard, hungry kiss. Angling his body, he rubbed the tip of his cock back and forth across Liam's stomach, and was rewarded with the other's cock pressing high and hard against the inside of his thigh. As he twisted their lips together, he reached down and wrapped his fingers around that familiar yet new cock and pumped it.
Liam moaned and arched his back helplessly, driving his erection into the other man's palm.
"That's right," Spike whispered seductively. "Just feel." He flicked a finger across the slit, then drew it down along the sensitive glans, and Liam shuddered and dug his fingers into the bedding beneath him. Spike kissed him again, slipping his tongue between Liam's lips, nipping at the corner of his sensual lips, all the while rocking at a slow pace and driving them both to distraction.
As Liam writhed and arched against him, Spike began to crawl up his body. Setting the human's cock free of his hand, he ran the fingers of both his hands through his lush hair, kneading his scalp, then placed his knees conveniently in his armpits. Liam gave him a baffled look, and Spike nearly crowed.
"Open that big, hungry mouth, luv." As he coaxed, he angled his cock downwards, and watched Liam's eyes widen. "Oh come on, surely some sweet lass has done this for you."
"'Tis a lass thing, not..." Liam's protest was interrupted by the tip of Spike's cock filling his mouth and forcing his lips wide. He gurgled and his eyes rolled in his head, but he didn't try to stop him.
"Good boy," Spike crooned, rocking his hips forwards and sliding more of his aching cock into that hot, wet cavern. He felt Liam's hands grab his hips, try to push him back, but he resisted, sliding deeper. "Going to fuck your mouth, luv. Going to come soon." Shaking with lust, he began to thrust gently, not wanting to hurt the young man as he broke his oral virginity. As he pulled back, he felt Liam's lips tighten around the head of his cock, and he grinned. "Yeah, that's the way. Suck it."
Liam's eyes darkened, but he did as Spike requested, his lips moving up and down the shaft, his tongue curling and lashing against the glands and tip. Caught up in the moment of fucking his sire's mouth, Spike swallowed convulsively and felt his balls tighten. He hissed out a breath and humped hard, making Liam clutch wildly at him and kick his feet against the mattress.
With a grunt and a shudder, Spike came in quick spurts, spilling between those busy lips. Liam sputtered and swallowed, then shoved and Spike toppled off him, spreading semen across that broad chest.
Laughing, he rolled onto his back and flung his hands over his head.
"'Tisn't funny."
"You're very cute when you pout," Spike said when he got himself under control.
"Why any lass would put up with that..."
Spike snickered and lazily began to pump his cock back to hardness. Sitting up, he reached for Liam's now semi-limp cock and did the same for him until he squirmed and turned red.
"Though if you wish to fellate me..."
"Nah, we're going to try something much more fun." Grabbing a pillow, Spike shoved it beneath Liam's hips and watched that pretty cock bounce off his flat stomach. He reached for the unused oil lamp on the wall above the bed, and dipped his fingers into the dark whale oil, then slid them over the head and down the shaft of his penis.
When those same slick fingers began to spread oil around Liam's hole, the young Irish man's eyes widened and he wildly shook his head. "Nay, not there. 'Tis a bigger sin."
"Yeah, way bigger." Grinning Spike thrust one finger to the hilt and thumped it against Liam's prostate.
"Jesus, Joseph and Mary!"
"Name's Spike." A second slippery finger joined the first and began a steady thrusting. Liam squirmed and bucked and the mattress squeaked loudly.
"It shouldn't...shouldn't feel...good," Liam panted.
"No point in it if it doesn't." Freeing his fingers, Spike moved between the spread thighs and pulled up the knees until Liam's feet were flat on the bed. "Yeah, you're going to love this," he mumbled as he pushed his hips forwards and his cockhead pressed against Liam's puckered anus. Horror and lust mingled on the human's face, but he didn't try to stop Spike, only trembled and panted and waited.
Grunting, Spike pushed again and felt the muscles widen around him to let him in, then close down hard just past the tip. Leaning forward, he braced his hands on either side of Liam and thrust deeper, the shaft sliding easier now that the thick head was inside.
"It hurts," Liam moaned, his hands flailing up to grab Spike's taut biceps.
Spike murmured, "Just for a little bit," before he pulled back and thrust again, deeper this time, and again rubbing Liam's prostate.
"Oh God," Liam babbled as the pleasure returned and lit his face and darkened his eyes. "My prick, touch it, please."
With the next thrust, Spike rolled his stomach across it, making Liam cry out and shudder. Dipping his head, he kissed him to distract him as he began to thrust harder, his hips pumping as his own lust took control. Reaching between them he began to pump Liam's cock, his fingers tight around the tip, his nails scraping lightly along the glans. Liam groaned and bucked, driving the cock in his ass deeper, and Spike held on, thrusting back. He felt knees press against his shoulders, the tip of the cock in his hand grow slippery, and buried his mouth in Liam's throat, suckling at the sensitive flesh.
Liam slid one hand up to press that cool mouth against his neck, and the other down the trembling back of the English man. Spike felt the acceptance and let himself go, fucking harder and faster, driving both of them towards orgasm.
As his own pleasure crashed over him and he shook and moaned, he pulled hard on Liam's cock and smiled as the other man bucked and spilled his hot semen across them both. Raising his sticky hand to his lips, Spike sucked a finger into his mouth and collapsed forward as the last of his own semen spurted from him and into Liam's trembling body.
Liam let his hands fall to his sides and he stared at the white head on his chest in a mixture of shock and lust.
Spike chuckled and nipped at the nipple poking his cheek. His cock stirred and he wondered if the boy was up to another buggering because he really wanted to bend that big, gorgeous body over the table and fuck him until he cried, his ass was red from hard pelvis smacks, and his cock was raw from rubbing on the rough wood.
Yeah, that was definitely going to happen next...
*****
Dawn was just beginning to creep across the horizon when Spike tucked his t-shirt into his jeans and turned to admire the naked, sticky and gloriously used body sprawled across the bed. Liam snored softly, his face soft in sleep, a smile on those pretty lips. His cock was limp and wet from Spike's mouth--because he hadn't been able to resist giving the boy the best blowjob of his life--and there were lovely bruises scattered across pale flesh.
Spike knew Liam would be walking funny for a couple of days, but also that he certainly had enjoyed himself. And the pleasure he'd gotten from fucking his sire...that would last him the rest of his existence.
Grabbing his coat, he slipped silently from the room in the tavern and into the early morning gloom.
Time to go home.
...and see if Angel remembered any of this.
Whistling, Spike strolled down the street back towards the meadow in which he'd arrived, wondering if Angel did remember, just what would happen next.
Spike wouldn't be at all adverse to getting fucked over that big ass desk in Angel's office.
And maybe just maybe a more knowledgeable Angel would let him return the favor for old times' sake.
Yep, Angel had better remember!
End