Pairing: Spike/Angel
Rating: NC17
Summary: A day in bed.
Distribution: redssoulmates
Feedback: I thrive on it.
Disclaimer: Don't sue. I don't own any of the characters. I don't make any money from it. All credit goes to Joss.
Spoilers: None really. Angel season 5 spoilers.
Notes: Angel is Spike's sire, not Drusilla.
Warnings: language, sexual situations, m/m I've never written Spike/Angel so.if you like it, if you don't like it-let me know!
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Spike opened his eyes slowly, remembering where he was. Looking over, he saw Angel lying next to him. His Sire. Their bodies were tangled in the black silk sheets of the oversized bed. The silk feeling like ice against his already cool skin.
Angel knew the instant his childe was awake. Nuzzling his body closer to Spike, he leaned into his neck, inhaling his scent. Placing a light kiss on his neck, Angel brought his mouth up to his childe's ear. "You've been away too long.William."
Spike could feel Angel's lips on his neck, his whispers in his ear. When he felt Angel's hands on his hips, he knew he needed him. Spike could feel desire humming through his body. Leaning into his touch, all he wanted to do was lose himself.
Angel let his hands drift up to Spike's chest, pushing him onto his back. He held his hands to the bed as he dragged one of his fangs across his childe's neck. Seeing the blood, he slowly ran his tongue along the cut, lapping at the blood.
Spike shivered at the anticipation. At the silent promise of what would come. Feeling Angel's body cover his own, he arched up feeling skin on skin.
Angel chuckled at the 'innocent' action. Granting the silent request, he lowered his hips to Spike's, pushing against him. Their lips came together in a brutal and needing kiss. Pulling away, he growled softly. He let go of his grip on Spike. "Keep your wrists to the bed, boy," he ordered.
"Or what? You'll punish me?" he smirked.
"You'd like that too much. I'll.leave. I'll walk out of this room and leave."
"Right then," Spike said and grabbed the headboard. "Can't have you leavin'."
Angel took a good look at Spike. His boy was spread out on the bed waiting for him. For his touch. For his command. It had been far too long since he had been with his childe. He leaned into Spike's neck one more time. "You're where you finally belong, childe. With me. Say it," he growled. When he heard the word Sire escape Spike's lips, he leaned his body to the side, regretting the loss of contact.
He let his hand travel down Spike's perfect body. "Tell me what you want, Spike."
Spike growled in return.
"That's the wrong answer, childe. You can do better than that."
And in that one moment, Spike felt as if he had been transformed into William all over again. Lost was the arrogant vampire. Instead, in its place was the shy man he hadn't been in over a century. "Touch me, Sire," he breathed.
"That's better," Angel whispered. He let his hand glide over Spike's cock, feeling it harden from the slightest touch. "Beg for me."
"I don't beg, Peaches."
"That so?" Angel moved his hand up and down Spike's cock quickly, knowing Spike's skin was crawling with need. Hearing his childe moan underneath him, he knew he was on the edge. Right before Spike found his release, Angel pulled away.
Spike's eyes flashed golden at the loss of contact. "Bloody hell!" he growled. "Just shag me already!"
"I think I might need some persuasion."
THE END