Pairing: Angel and Spike (mention of Lindsey & Penn but no actual action)
Disclaimers: I don’t own any of the Buffy or Angel characters. Joss Whedon, Mutant Enemy etc do. No copyright infringement is intended or inferred and no profit is being made…blah, blah, blah.
Notes: Very quick PWP kinda thingy. Crappy I know, but I had to get this done and out of the way before I could concentrate on writing anything else or it would’ve kept bugging and distracting me.
Spoilers: Not really but this does reveal one event in Angel season 5, episode 12, “You’re welcome”
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Leaning over the edge of the roof Angel watched as Spike left the bar that he’d trailed him to, took the first left and headed off down the alleyway with a man Angel didn’t recognize in tow.
Surreptitiously checking out the area as he leant his back against the wall, Spike pulled the other man to him and kissed him, grabbing him about the hips, drawing him flush against his own body and grinding up against him.
Although Angel had spent the best part of an hour waiting for the blonde to do exactly what he just witnessed, he’d hoped that Spike would prove him wrong because otherwise that would mean that Angel was right…and for once he didn’t want to be right.
Angel had been certain that Spike was up to something, and hoped that it wasn’t what he suspected. It wasn’t that Spike had been acting strangely; in fact there was nothing untoward about the younger vampire’s behaviour. He was being as obnoxious as ever…to Angel at least. It was his scent that gave Angel cause for concern…he didn’t smell right.
Angel knew Spike’s scent, knew it well. Always clean and fresh, usually masked by whatever he’d been drinking, and before he’d quit smoking, cigarettes too. Recently though Spike had smelt artificially clean, strong soap, extra minty toothpaste and even aftershave had been used to drown out the natural deliciousness that was Spike.
Angel didn’t want to acknowledge it at first, didn’t want to have to deal with his suspicions, but then again he knew he shouldn’t really be turning a blind eye to Spike’s activities.
He wanted to pretend that Spike had changed the habits of a lifetime and had started using toiletries, for Buffy’s sake maybe, but couldn’t convince himself having smelt his boy on her, pure, clear and untainted, before he lost him to Sunnydale’s destruction. Then he thought he could put it down to a new thing of Spike’s, but the blonde wasn’t being consistent. Sometimes he smelt of products, sometimes he smelt of just Spike. Nope, he was definitely covering something up, and that had been his mistake. In trying to conceal himself, he’d drawn attention to the fact that he had something to hide.
Tonight Angel had finally plucked up the courage to follow Spike, if only to put his mind at rest and prove to himself that the blonde wasn’t doing what he’d suspected…feeding.
He wished that he hadn’t trailed him now. He knew Spike’s habits, his methods and was watching the usual scene fall into place before him. Choose a victim, gain their confidence, take them somewhere secluded, let them think they’re onto something good, get a decent fuck out of them and then when they least suspect it, strike. That was Spike’s preferred way.
Angel realized that he wasn’t moving, just watching the events unfold before him. He should be going down there, putting a stop to this before it started but he’d been enraptured watching his boy’s sensual movements, lost in memories of what that mouth felt like on his own, those hands gripping him, that cock rubbing up against his own hard dick. He’d watched Spike do this hundreds of times and it never lost its appeal, if he could just watch him slip into his beautiful game face and...
Angel spun round to look behind him having heard a noise. “Damn cat,” he muttered seeing the cause of his worry. When he turned back to watch over Spike he saw that perhaps he’d been wrong. The blonde and the man were now each holding on to either end of some bank notes, discussing something.
That wasn’t the way this was supposed to play out.
Angel berated himself, damned himself as he realized that he wasn’t one hundred percent sure that he wasn’t going to have stood idly by and watched Spike fuck and feed, use this nameless stranger and take his life, all for his own twisted enjoyment.
Well if he wasn’t feeding what was he doing?
The money? Drugs. It had to be drugs.
“Oh Will, what are you doing to yourself?” Angel murmured, saddened. He could easily confront Spike, but had already vowed way back when he’d first found his boy in Sunnydale, that as long as he wasn’t hurting anyone that he’d leave him be…even if it was sometimes hard, sometimes heartbreaking to watch him from a distance…and wasn’t that one of the reasons he’d left for L.A?
Although Angel still considered William to be his Childe, his boy, he knew that after abandoning him, Spike no longer viewed him as his Sire; and for that he couldn’t really blame him.
The man nodded at Spike, who nodded back his confirmation of something too.
“Fucking cat,” Angel mumbled, looking down at his feet where the feline had now decided to wind its way around his ankles, slinking up against him like it had every right to be there. Shifting his legs about Angel tried to dislodge the annoying moggy, his eyes flicked instantly back to the alleyway scene when he heard Spike’s “oompf” of pain.
He watched in horror as the human slammed his boy against the wall, pushing his face against the rugged brickwork, hitching up the hem of his duster and taking a harsh grip on the waistband of his jeans.
Angel didn’t understand. Spike wasn’t struggling, wasn’t making any attempt to fight back, he was letting this happen. He wasn’t chipped anymore, why would he allow…Fuck no!!!
Everything suddenly became crystal clear. Spike was prostituting himself. He’d taken money from that sick fuck down there who obviously got off on rough domination. Spike shouldn’t be letting a human degrade him like this…hell he shouldn’t be giving it up for anyone.
xxXxx
“Get the fuck off of him,” Spike heard bellowed, instantly recognizing the voice to be Angel’s before he felt his partner for the night be pulled forcefully away from him, turning in time to see the man sitting on his arse looking stunned, Angel glaring down darkly at him.
“Here,” Angel snatched some notes out of his wallet and threw them at the fallen man, “that’s your money back. Now fuck off and find someone else to take your sick fantasies out on.”
The man scrabbled to his feet, scooping up the bills hurriedly and making a run for it.
“I see you again and I’ll fucking kill you,” Angel called after the retreating man, in a rage that had seemed to engulf him the moment he heard Spike’s cry.
“Well thanks for that,” Spike said sarcastically, giving Angel a trade mark head tilt as he brushed himself down.
“What are you playing at?” Angel turned on his Childe, “whoring yourself out like a piece of cheap meat.”
“That’s none of your fucking business,” Spike retorted.
“No one touches what’s….” Angel caught himself before he said the word, not quite sure why he was feeling so possessive, protective and yep, jealous, all of a sudden. Ok well yes he knew, but he didn’t know why he was revealing these feelings to Spike.
“Mine?” Spike finished for him. “Haven’t been yours in a long time Angelus. I can do what the fuck I like.”
“I mean,” Angel forced himself to calm down, tried not to act all Sirely, “if you wanted money, you only had to ask. Why do this?”
“Maybe I don’t want your money. Maybe I like doing this,” Spike pouted.
Angel looked at him doubtfully, taking in his damaged eye, the surrounding skin raw and bleeding where his face had met the wall.
“What?” Spike defended knowing exactly what Angel was starring at. “S’not like it won’t heal in a couple of hours.”
“That’s not the point,” Angel countered.
“Then what is the point? Why do you care what the fuck I do?” Something suddenly dawned on Spike, causing him to ask, “…and what the fuck are you doing here anyway? You following me?”
Angel didn’t answer, something occurring to him now too, “You’re hard,” he commented scenting the air.
“So are you,” Spike threw back. Angel ignored him.
“You got off on him hitting you,” Angel stated disgustedly.
“Wouldn’t be the first time now would it?” Spike retorted lasciviously with an evil quirk of his eyebrow.
“You…” yes, a thought was definitely forming in Angel’s brain until, “…*you* paid *him*,” fell incredulously from his lips. “You paid him to hurt you.”
“Way to go Angel P.I,” Spike spat caustically, “and no I paid him to be forceful. Damn humans don’t understand; think it means smacking me around a bit, being a bit rough ‘n’ ready. They don’t realize that the bruises and scrapes are incidental, it’s not the pain I want to feel, it’s the power.”
“You thought you’d get that from a human?” Angel couldn’t keep the disbelief out of his voice.
“No…they’re never strong enough, but I have to take what I can. Picked me a nice big human there…and you ruined it for me. You ruin everything.”
“Why pay for it? It’s not like you can’t just pick up anyone you want,” Angel couldn’t believe that he was actually discussing this, practically encouraging his boy to sleep around.
“None of your business,” Spike snapped. “Now why don’t you just run along on your merry way and leave me to it huh?”
Angel had had just about enough of Spike’s attitude for one night. He made a sudden rush for his Childe, grabbing him by the throat and slamming him up against the wall, pressing the full length of his body against him menacingly as he snarled in his ear, “Watch your mouth boy.”
Angel was surprised when instead of fighting back instantly, Spike let his head fall back submissively and let out a long low moan before he realized what he was doing and started to thrash about; but it was too little, too late. He’d given himself away and true realization dawned on Angel.
“Stop it Will,” Angel breathed, instantly ceasing his boy’s pathetic attempts at pretending to struggle.
“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you were looking for?” He asked softly.
Spike averted his eyes and dropped his head, unwilling to answer Angel.
“Answer me boy,” Angel demanded, brutally slamming Spike’s head back against the brick work.
“Yes Sire,” Spike gasped without a moment of hesitation, then angrily, “That’s exactly what I fucking wanted.”
Angel glared at Spike, who glared back at him, both shocked at the words they’d uttered; definitely reminiscent of a Sire and Childe moment.
Angel roughly released the blonde with a hard shove, taking a step back away from him, making Spike stumble to stay upright for a second.
They both stared at each other, expressions closed off now, neither revealing anything that they were feeling, studying each other in a very un-nerving silence.
“I just wanted it like…,” Spike was the first to crack, but trailed off. “There’s only one other who could ever do it right and you fucking killed him,” Spike stated turning his head away from Angel’s appraisal of him.
Angel looked puzzled then guessed, “Angelus?”
“No you twat,” Spike glared at him, “you’re Angelus...now, now don’t deny it,” he waved a finger censoriously at the older vamp before he could even begin to protest.
“I meant Penn. What’s up old man? Surprised?” Spike asked taking in the shocked look on Angel’s face at the mention of his first born’s name. “We’re family, of course we’d have felt the pull, discovered each other at some point. Did you never think to mention to me that I had a brother?”
“I didn’t kill...” Angel was going to offer an explanation but knew that it would fall on deaf ears as Spike seemed lost in his own little world of memories now.
“Big fucking hands, just like yours, powerful,” Spike said holding his own hands up to stare at them for a moment before letting them fall useless by his sides. “Could do a lot of damage he could, make it hurt so good you know? Modeled himself on you he did, near perfect copy when it came to that…even called me Will, his boy, his precious when I asked him to….and you fucking killed him,” Spike turned his sorrow back into anger.
“No, I…” Angel tried again but was cut off.
“Should have told him what you’d turned into, how you’d fallen. Maybe he wouldn’t have come looking for you then, but nooo, good o’le Spikey wanted to protect Sire’s name so he says nothing doesn’t he? No, not a peep about you walking out on your own family, none of this I’ve got a soul bollocks, nothing, fuck all. I just made up some shit didn’t I, covered for you, didn’t want him hurting anymore than he already was. We only just found each other and then you took him away. You always steal my stuff.”
“Penn wasn’t yours,” Angel snapped, “He was mine,” he thumped his chest for emphasis.
“You gave him up,” Spike growled, “Just like you gave me up. He wanted me, I wanted him.” With Spike’s tone, Angel wouldn’t have been surprised if the blonde had stuck his tongue out at him like a child then or treated him to sing-song line of ner-ner-ner-ner-ner.
“Then there was Doyle, Lindsey, whatever,” Spike waved his hand dismissively. “Oh didn’t quite have your skill, but those tattoos sure gave him the strength and God did he have the anger, the aggression and the need to deal it out…your work?” Spike questioned with a dry smile.
“You let Lindsey fuck you?” Angel asked disbelievingly, looking just about ready to burst with anger, with jealousy.
“Oh come on, you’ve seen the lad,” Spike said flatly, “I’m sure you wanted a crack at him, probably bloody did too I’ll wager…nice boy, never did find out, not the sort to kiss and tell,” Spike mused aloud, “sure got a thing for you though he did. He gave me what I needed and I gave him his jollies back too, he’s a right kinky bastard, like’s to have his piss hole fucked with stuff,” Spike said offhandedly.
“Anyway, you fucked that up for me too didn’t you, beamed him off to who the hell knows where,” Spike sprinkled his fingers in the air as if showing how Lindsey had been teleported out of the W&H building.
“So now I do what I have to do don’t I? Throw money at the problem, hey guess I’m just like you after all,” Spike grinned but the humour never reached his eyes, then sullenly, dejected, “You’ve spoilt me for anyone else. You made me hurt, made me enjoy it, want it, crave it…and now it’s stuck in here,” Spike slowly tapped the side of his head, “and nothing else quite hits the mark.”
Angel took in the sight of his youngest, standing there looking…lost. Something broke inside him.
“Ah what the hell,” Angel suddenly breathed harshly, rushing at his boy and forcing him against the wall once more, all tongue and teeth as he claimed his mouth in a punishing kiss, devouring him whole.
He felt no resistance from Spike, in fact Spike froze in shock for a moment before hastily joining in grabbing at his Sire, pulling him closer, wanting him desperately, rubbing up against him demandingly and kissing him back for all he worth, giving back everything being dished out to him and more.
“You want me to fuck you boy?” Angel growled into his ear, “Just like I used to?”
“Yes,” Spike moaned without thinking what his correct answer should have been.
“You dare to demand it of me?” Angel pulled back to stare at Spike.
“No Sire, I meant to say if you wish it. Oh bollocks who am I kidding,” Spike rethought what was occurring here, “I don’t want to play at being your submissive. I’m too old for that, too much has passed. I recognize you as my Sire, always will, but that doesn’t mean you control me anymore. I just want a good hard fuck. That’s all. Can you give me that?”
“OK,” Angel simply shrugged unfazed.
“OK?” Spike asked dazed, he’d expected Angel to protest and try to effect dominance, re-claim his rights as Sire or something at least.
“You deaf boy?”
“No Sire.”
“Then hear this William, I will continue to allow you to do as you please because it suits me,” Angel made it clear that he’d been holding the reins all along, “but like it or not, you *are* mine and I will not have you whoring yourself out. That is something that I will not tolerate. Do you hear me?”
Spike wanted to say that technically having paid the money he wasn’t a ‘cock jockey’ but wisely thought against it. “Yes Sire,” was all he said.
“Good. Now get them jeans off,” Angel growled at him.
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Almost before he knew what was happening, Spike found himself impaled on his Sire’s cock, back against the wall, legs wrapped around his Sire’s hips as the older vampire bucked up hard into him, hard enough to bruise, to tear, seemingly trying to fuck him through the wall, his back being grated against the sharp uneven surface even through his shirt. Angel kissed him, brutal and demanding, unrelenting even as Spike’s lips split under the force of his assault.
Angel didn’t attempt to support Spike’s weight, leaving him to deal with that alone as instead he used his hands to grip his boy’s hips, nails digging painfully into the soft flesh, using them as leverage to slam harder into the tight passage or to force Spike’s hips to roll against his own, accompanied by alternating encouragements from his Childe of “fuck me, give it to me, harder, do it, I can take it.”
Spike didn’t miss a beat, doing his best to grind back against his Sire, riding him hard and fast, taking him as deep as he could. He’d been craving this since Angelus’ appearance in Sunnydale; the last time he’d been treated to a good proper seeing to.
Angel released one of Spike’s hips and almost sent him crashing through the wall as he slapped one exposed arse cheek hard, causing his boy’s sphincter to reflexively clamp tight, squeezing his encased dick impossibly hard.
Angel groaned at the feeling…then did it again…and again…and again until the blonde’s butt cheek was sure to be red raw.
“You want me to?” Angel questioned as he pounded into Spike, his voice tight as he drew closer to reaching his goal.
“Fuck yes. Do it,” Spike groaned, tilting his head back and exposing his vulnerable throat to his Sire, who wasted no time in diving in and savaging his neck, piercing the soft pale flesh with deadly fangs, nuzzling into the ragged wound, his head jerking and butting against the torn skin trying to get his fangs imbedded even deeper, inadvertently and repeatedly hammering the back of his boy’s skull against the wall in his quest.
Spike came the instant Angel’s fangs sunk into his skin, neck arched back and grabbing hold of his Sire’s head, pulling him into the bite, pushing his throat up wantonly against the sharp ivory, willing Angel to go deeper, not wanting him to stop. His cock trapped loosely between their hard stomachs, took on a life of its own, moving feely as it erupted, splattering his jizz in random spurts over both himself and Angel.
Spike felt his Sire growl into his neck, unwilling to tear his mouth away as he reached his goal, spilling into his boy’s grasping passage, alternatively stilling then jerking his hips forward as if helping to propel and force each pulse of seed up and out of the tiny slit in his cock head.
Spent, Angel collapsed awkwardly against Spike, his weight crushing him against the wall for a few moments before he regained control of himself enough to help Spike relax his legs and stand, albeit it shakily, once more.
“Fucking hell,” Spike gasped, leaning back against the wall once more, seemingly awed and feeling thoroughly fucked.
“That what you needed boy?” Angel asked, his hands unthinkingly coming to rest on Spike’s flanks, steadying him.
“Uh-huh,” a very disheveled and roughed up looking Spike confirmed.
Angel wasn’t in such good shape either. Beneath his shirt he could feel the sting of fresh nail tracks across his back, feel their wetness sticking to the fabric. Around his hips he could still feel Spike’s legs, like phantoms, where he’d been squeezing him hard and surely leaving bruises with each move he’d made. On his lower back he could feel reminders of where his boy’s heels had first rested, then dug into him as he gained momentum. His lip was spilt too, kiss swollen, and he sported a nasty looking bruise above his eye where Spike had head butted him as he convulsed and thrashed, lost in pleasure.
Angel stared at his Childe, an unreadable look on his face as he fastened his pants and brushed himself down whilst Spike slid his own jeans back on. Then he spoke, softly, “Save your money next time. You can’t buy what I can give you.”
“Next time?” Spike asked hopefully, somewhat disbelievingly, looking up from buttoning up his jeans.
“Yes William. My William. My precious. My boy,” Angel gently pulled Spike into his embrace, saying all of the things that William had said he wanted to hear…only it wasn’t just for his boy’s benefit, he’d longed to be able to say them too….and now, it felt right.
“My Childe.”
“Sire,” Spike breathed, as he pressed up against Angel’s larger body.
“Aye. Now take your fill,” Angel tilted his head and offered his own throat up for his Childe.
THE END